Seasons
Spring:
Genesis shod the tapestry splendour
wrapped global in the skin of creation,
derma-terraformed rock and flora,
beauteous beast, tempered landscape foundation.
Stirrings in the forge of tropics,
in sea of saline and deep blue birth,
singular cells of life evolution
and microbes ruled the earth.
Summer:
Compressed fossil fuels in strata of bedrock,
mined and burned for industrial vocation,
layers of sky eaten voraciously,
ozone consumed by the tech generation.
Cracks on the foetus of the future,
veined and wormed then rent asunder,
cancer of science multiple thieved
of nature’s intricate thunder.
Autumn:
Implacable meltdown and gradual flooding
forbidding the last gasp land reclamation
in the dust blinded eye of a putrid sun
the creep of an ice-age in regeneration.
Drowning in the mouth of Neptune,
seas stood still, solidified,
and all of life surrendered ghosts,
by our own hands, and died.
Winter:
Monochrome shadows bleeding, engulfing,
warped the grey surface of night domination,
stillness and silence the reigning monarchs
of most barren realms in frozen stagnation.
Yet stirrings beneath the vault of winter
in endless seas of ice-tombed birth
writhed the resilient sub-zero virus
and microbes ruled the earth.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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