4 p.m. rain

Bitter roots feast on the under-

whites of grass--nibble on the

dainty toes no fertilizer has

enhanced and no pesticide has

enveloped in make-believe

or facadic daydreams.

 

The trees robotically stretch

their wooden tongues and lap

the techno-rain shed from

beating, beat-beating

bird-wings.  The clouds

 

are on fire--

                 

                 we swallow the ash.

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

This is wonderful! Love how you bring to light the affect mankind has had on nature. Its a natural painting interrupted by technological advancements. A very clever piece.

[Distant horizons]

Nicely painted picture your words paint. Vivid and vibrant