Observation Poem

19th January 2017

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 

What is that outside the window?

Just the same old repeated sight.

The frost kissed by the sun’s glow.

The January air taking a small bite

into the warm Earth and the flesh of all.

The long, synthetic granite desert,

not seldom touched by acceleration.

Salt, mud and slush mixed with dirt,

to be replaced by Gaia’s transformation.

A point of the life of Earth as Gaia’s ball.

Rolling, rolling, and rolling.

 
By C. D. Brosnan

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 
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