Let’s kick things off with a poem about nature, penned while charging over the downs in Surrey on the train. Plus, sloths live in trees, y’know. First time I’ve ever really played with the lay out of a poem.
As my train cleaves
through ancient woods
Dulled against leaden skies
Engraved into the world by
Father Time’s well-worn
wonder, hope, maybe
That one impossible day
forests will close back over this land
They one day used to freely
It is said that a squirrel, back then
Were there squirrels back then?
Could have scampered, tree to tree
From Caledonian pines to the English Channel
While the steel parallels ward them off
As we streak over the North Downs
There is a timeless patience, presence
Which makes me think, hope, maybe
That despite greed
These trees could yet
Win the long-future day
Us long since gone
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.
then, as part of the land
can be their fuel as they silently
across the land to one another
Happy Monday, here’s to some Winter sun.