Vernon In Paradise

Ember nights in front of the fireplace have said their farewell to the dark Spring comes into the gardener’s step and the rusty lawn mower smiles Another season of field days ‘I hope he has changed the oil this winter’ Sweet scent of freedom lurks beyond dust of a forgotten shed’s sorrow Sheds hibernation and wipes away long apathetic winter gloom’s rust Under the cover of darkness last year’s seeds await another cycle of life ‘Order is order and my Prussian owner will recover acceptance from pride’ Green grass emerges from its slumber always more verdant one side or other ‘Take stock the engine roars’ and the germs have rooted and laid the ground For weeds as they call them when they are simple indigenous survivors A few dented leaves lush viridescent and then amber on steroids and stems Yellow as far as the plot reaches and thickens chakra progression in reverse ‘When life gives you dandelion make salad and do not sharpen the blades’ Flowers are taking over the asylum give rise to ingenuity of the fittest realm ‘Imagine a lotus flower just changing foliage colour territorial provenance’ One man’s manic spread is another man’s growth and change of perspective Like humans flowers and seeds cover the planet and stage hegemony’s claim ‘Go forth and multiply’ and the pretty little tribe conquers the Universe’ Vernon gives way to nature at its best and constructs a dandelion theme park From seed to seed and his revised motto is germination instead of termination ‘If I interfere less with my self-righteousness a rosary will season in time’ 15th April 2019