Ravaged — A Poem about Last Year’s Baggage

Broken brown bits and crisp
crumbles of last year’s green
and several dozen types of leaves,
crust over spring growth.
Like asthmatic ash from Vesuvius
Killing whole swathes of grass
roots and all, thier blades useless
reducing lawn to soil and mold
A graveyard of a landscape
ripe for the visagoth weeds
and hordes of invading seeds.


Another weed poem…hmmm…can’t tell I have been working the yard lately.

Hope you enjoyed.


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