poetry
Nature's Nature
seasons gently drift
with Nature's temporal hand
pushing each month on
strange it is I feel
on the outside looking in
summer living on
timeless, enduring
broken only by anger
brief spiteful bellows
it's Nature's nature
I know to treat the Earth in
dissimilar ways
but I feel on Earth
away when the sun beats down
on December days
with Nature's temporal hand
pushing each month on
strange it is I feel
on the outside looking in
summer living on
timeless, enduring
broken only by anger
brief spiteful bellows
it's Nature's nature
I know to treat the Earth in
dissimilar ways
but I feel on Earth
away when the sun beats down
on December days