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
