Hidden in the Forest
We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts
Nature
You Shed Your Brain for Winter
The taste of winter lingers in the air, As distant cousins, all head off to sleep; Yet you are wide awake and have no lair,
An Invisible Disorder
Your yellow petals shine with amber glow, And glisten in the cool autumnal breeze; Yet whilst I love the golden arcs you throw, It is
A History of Soot Preserved in Feathers
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
Schrodinger’s Hippopotamus
Your pearly whites gleam in the midday sun, But soon your eyes will close and you will sleep; There will be no dreams behind your
A Nasal Quorum
You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;
Unwanted Feedback
Sunbeams two-step over white blankets Gliding painlessly between worlds, Then stray too close to the edge Where looming Arctic waves Trap their latent heat; Ending
You All Fall Down
Balanced on a rock Orange sneezeweed in your mouth; You drop in the heat. This is a Haiku, inspired by recent research which has found
Disgusting Holes
Running in dread from the The sickly secret of a Bee’s honeycomb, My nightmares are full of Buttered English muffins That morph into Deathstalker scorpions,
Across White Fields
Across white fields of mounting snow You sense the winds begin to slow, Then feel them bite into your side; Your ashen snout will be