Toward the end of it all
my knackered earth beds
sit dishevelled
like a mother’s rushed haircut
tufts of the next growth
brace for another brown-grey winter
while the last redcurrants hide,
blood dark rubies
tucked in dying leaves of neighbour bushes
in the middle, the supermarket spruce
of three years ago
waits its turn
growing done in the throng of all
while the sun played favourites
soon, in the cat pad darks
the ground will be given back to rule,
cold, empty and silent
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 12:38 PM UTC
Toward the end of it all
my knackered earth beds
sit dishevelled
like a mother’s rushed haircut
tufts of the next growth
brace for another brown-grey winter
while the last redcurrants hide,
blood dark rubies
tucked in dying leaves of neighbour bushes
in the middle, the supermarket spruce
of three years ago
waits its turn
growing done in the throng of all
while the sun played favourites
soon, in the cat pad darks
the ground will be given back to rule,
cold, empty and silent
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