Day: 9 December 2020

An Endless Eternity and Flames of Crimson

An endless eternity of stars
Blanketed the lofty canopy celestial
Far into unseen mystery
Where swirling lights
A’simmer in a sea of indigo
Washed across the cosmos entire
And vanished into an infinity of glistering dust

Quince Tree and the Abandoned Garden

Thereโ€™s not much to put the eye at ease
when we pass the abandoned garden;
tangles of string, planks and chicken wire,
a smother of snowdrops in late spring,
a quince tree with lichen, yellow fruit
rotting to brown then a winter black.
Is there a forgotten expression
in the language for which the bleak phrase
โ€˜abandoned gardenโ€™ is not enough?
Theyโ€™ll build a gas station in its place.