It was ruined when you left.You had a giftfor transplanting small whispers of naturewhich burst into song beneath the thumbof your green magic. Fuschia, wild rose and climbing ivyplantedthe last torn backwhen it threatened touproot the house. Now once again it growsdefiantlyclimbing and covering the gable end:can a seed, once plantedever be destroyed? Like seeds…
Anthropocene Seeding #poetry #dVerse
World Era 