by Michael R. Burch
The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.
The weak implore Fate;
bold men ravish, dishevel her . . .
till both are cut down
by mere ticks of the Leveler.
Published by The Lyric, Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly and The Aurorean. Keywords/Tags: nature, survival, bitter, winter, spring, seasons, fate, weak, bold, universe, time, levels, leveler, red in tooth and claw, harsh, hardship
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2020
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