Evergreen

by Savannah Ingham

You are just here

You are a needle falling from the Evergreen to land amongst deciduous remains 

You are a lightning bolt forged, not in fire, but in cloud

You are a flutterby giving wings to the wind before they crumble into scatterlings

You are as sturdy as a stone, being slowly eroded by time and tears; forming new shapes and strata to decorate your inescapable landscape

You are just 

You are here