Just out of reach
over the edge of the precipice
dangling with a teasing hum
The question challenges
Is it worth it?
Once golden - once a diamond on a finger
The veil of hopes and hidden pleasures
Gone.
Time eats at the bark of the tree
Microorganisms deliberately dissolve
The roots and the foundation
Steady growth rescinds
to a dichotomous outward reach
In isolation
The promise of eternity – a questionable ally
Unfortunate sleeper of time and hope
Famished for nitrogen
Our roots languish - phytophthora
Wilting, we wonder
Is it worth it?
Autumnal Equinox
Winter is coming.
Wanderings and Reflections
