While I am on this poetry jag, thought I would post another:
Lands Lost
The forest bleeds
Leaking chlorophyll like green syrup
Its creeks gorge with the bitter run-off
Long gone the Dryad's warmth
The Puckish protector of hidden glens
Lichens fail to cling to host
Crumbling waste adds no riches to the earth
Ebb the tide
Hunger and exhaustion
The feast turns back upon itself
No acorn lies to bring breath back
No spacious breadth in tomorrow's promise
The seeds have spoiled
Potatoes with spots
Where to immigrate whole tracts of land?
The sweet green flow of life drains
Tuatha de None
Its Cold Out Here....but Beautiful....
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