NEW FEATURE!

Nathan J. Reid

CURATED BY ERIN HEILING

 

Downpour

Flash-frozen puddles ripple into existence

like glass oracles floating above snow

chance bends at their mercy

weaving whirlwinds into wrinkles

when streetlights

illuminate

they burn like pools of gold.

The Way of Nature

Remember the simple taste of fruit, apples

rolling leisurely down Haystack Hill, the grass

finely brushed by the wind, carrying

the planet’s sweet breath over open fields

over still views of an easy sun, the clouds booming

with cotton shapes, drifting

carefree as dandelion parachutes.

Remember the fresh water, purity

thirsty for all kinds of parched lips, the trickles

tucked away in sun-filled streams, studded

with glistening rocks that ripple below the surface

like shimmering statues, untroubled

in their shallow bed, radiating

with revelations of yesterday and tomorrow.

Remember our flourishing nature

the branching verve, the eternal touch,

never any pressure to love. ν

 

 

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