Poem: TELL ME: NATURE’S PROCESS

I – The Weeds of War 
My grandfather would tell time by which way 
A dandelion’s seeds would fall in the wind. 
Time is almost up 
And the Western winds approach. 

II – Nature Finding Light 
My father would tell time 
Through the movements of a moth. 
Its wings fluttering towards the light, 
Burning in the process. 

III – A Monument 
I tell time by where the poppies grow. 
A flower stands as a monument 
A sun-dial in the back garden 
As nature out-grows the sorrow. 

IV – Whispers 
Time tells itself through mistakes. 
The broken fragments of the wind 
Which pass through the grass 
Speak of a new beginning. 

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