
In the aftermath
we sit wondering how it
came to be this way
Poetry | Stories | Photography

In the aftermath
we sit wondering how it
came to be this way

a confused sky sits
looking down at our folly
contemplating why

complex blues moving
as we contemplate beauty
under the blue sky

clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns

A tidy window
Surrounded by ivy green
Looking to outside

Succulent lover
flowers titillate your mind
geometry dreams
the shore calls again
sea sounds sing a song of hope
off the summer coast

lamp light in the fog
echoing whispers from trees
luminosity

Lush moss all around
Touching places once snowy
Nature’s cute carpet