Thursday, September 29, 2022

F. E. Church

hilltop ruin built upon steadfast rock
swallowed by moss and shadow cast against
sublime splendor of blue and golden dawn
humankind smashed in its rage’s floodtide

nature’s way is to reclaim the ill-used
emerging from the earth like vines or trees
the artist with child’s eye and careful hands
sees the panorama and is engulfed

sees that all becomes engulfed and captures
the grand desolation of all designs

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