The following poem was written early March on an unexpected day of a particularly sunny nature. Photograph found on:       [p.s. I really like feedback, especially critical feedback! Tell me what to work on 🙂 ]


We woke to shaking antennae,

The sunflowers stretching

Winding through slats and glass reflecting

A light unheard of.

Without words we rose

To the the challenge, rolling

Individual spheres of energy

Charged as a thousand ants

Atoms converging, an organic orbit

Crushing blades in hordes

Prancing, trampling in ritual

The death of cold hands, feet

Beneath parting clouds. A return

To our senses on the scorched earth.