I
yellow flowers,
along the trailside,
wave in the breeze;
butterflies flit
with random purpose
II
grazing livestock
trim the trail corridor
golf course neat;
not even the steepest
parts grow out shaggy
III
hear the burble
of the flowing water
where’s the creek?
it’s marsh-like in the grass,
awaiting a naïve boot
I
grass growing
through the concrete cracks;
roots spreading
and loosening the stones —
nature’s transplant rejection
II
mossy roof,
a cabin in the woods,
nature swallows
and digests all intruders
if given enough time
III
every living thing
becomes food in due time;
i’m fungi food;
should a wolf crack my corpse bones,
who am i to complain?
I
seas churn
under darkened skies
raindrops arrive
pelting the sandy shore
with wind-blown violence
II
the rocky shore
becomes a fierce fountain
as wave water
hits and shoots skyward
to be blown sideways
III
this storm lingers
as metaphorical storms
are known to do
natural storms are
always in motion
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