Feral Nature

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

In Japanese the word for petals on

The ground is “chiri” — mud.  The apple tree,

And cherry tree are now no longer dawn

Of beauty; dropping petaled filigree

As wetness to the dirt, they call down dust

Of Adam and of Eve.  The blossomed limb

Has splendor’s serpent on it, gold to rust.

The quince-red psalm becomes the snake tongue hymn.

The universe does not pretend to love.

The cosmos follows whims of life and death.

Spring’s blooms are not held up to last above.

They tell us everything will lose its breath.

  The promise of the plum tree’s pink will last

    A moment.  Satan sends a dust storm blast.