Verdant Scopes
First poem of 2025. Nothing pithy for this subtitle. Happy new year!
Green is the exotic early spring like the wild hedges in the savanna below the unrelenting sun. Choked by the squall of rushing lions chasing down gazelles. Viridian is a gradual tranquilizer, like spiked tree leaves bridging gaps into the worlds between ants and caterpillars. Onward to a new cycle of forbearance. Oli…
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