
A feud in the skies—
the sun at war with the clouds,
both seek the spotlight.

A feud in the skies—
the sun at war with the clouds,
both seek the spotlight.

Timber v. metal:
ancient trees reclaim their space,
snuffing out our lights.

Like a butter dish,
giant yellow daylily—
a feast for the ants.

Such attractive curves;
dormant, ever volcanic—
erupts sans warning.

Our earth will be fine:
from dead trees leaves sprout anew;
humanity won’t.