WEEK 7 (poem): resurrecting nature

branches reach out to shake
the breath of autumn
fingers of a mauled hand
roughly push through
the ground, flowers grown
up to the ankles, sprouting
with forgiveness a green leaf
holds up twelve white petals
spouting its reminders of gray
and blue, these tears collide
with fingers, fingers of a
mauled hand. crushed. shades
of brown resurrect under
the bark, piece after piece
shred away to smooth surface.

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black ash sprinkles over us
like pepper on a green salad
red bird ruffles feathers
through smoldering white
clouds.