Poetry

It’s not always pretty

Photo by Melanie Kreutz on Unsplash

Nature’s Art, like man’s
Not always pretty
Sometimes there’s decay
Bones picked and bleached white

Catching the sun, Hollowing out
Making room inside for tiny scurries
Millipeds and other such wonders
That will fashion leaves

Into lace of the most delicate sort
Then feed the earth
And start the cycle again
Not always…

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Eileen Vorbach Collins

Eileen Vorbach Collins

Baltimore native battling fire ants in Florida. Award winning essayist. Pushcart nominee. Writes because it’s cheaper than therapy. www.eileenvorbachcollins.com