Tumbling veil of roses, blush pink and red
like apples strung together
fall around her face.
Sucking in smells:
plants crave her majesty’s light,
twitching whiskers in twisting bushes
I revel in nature’s underbelly.
Sweet nectar perfume drips
down, blue sky, falls
valley of a granite storm
Mother’s release of her pain.
Black trees etched in green
mossy skins climb high
reflected naked branches above
in the pavement under reddening thighs.
Nature weeps, she sings in bird song
as men retreat indoors
life within painted walls
gives breath to the rest of the world.