3 November 2015

Tears: micropoem

We are green, innocent
For this delicate beauty
we pay the price.
A future we do not recognise.
It is labelled 'your choice'.
But it never was.

tree trunk

25 August 2015

Before humans: micropoem

I look at storm clouds, hunkering
on the horizon
and imagine
Earth before humans:
when day slid to night
and back again
and the revolution of time
(like the wheel)
had not been dreamed.

storm clouds