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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