One With Mother Nature
Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.
Sweet amber honey lures its stinging hive.
She gazes upon the red horizon;
raising a buffet of elements strives;
dislocating her body and wizen.
In her wits end delight, in warlike rage,
waging the seasons, dividing them in halves,
offering everything, despite her age,
trailing shadows like wakes that it must have.
Tugging at her breast, masses left; the wrath
orphans and widows in the aftermath.
6/13/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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