After Armageddon


 

Where footsteps once roamed beside
stark reminders of civilization amongst the wild woodland
the cold clarity of time passing flows
through the autumn kissed trees
only nature remains to recall the past
reflected in dark polluted pools
echoes rejected in the ripples of a raindrop
yet nature remembers all the same
in the golden glow that awakens the morning
the soft breathing that once lingered here.

 

© JG Farmer 2014

 

After Armageddon

 

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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2 Responses to After Armageddon

  1. The concept of nature remembering is… well, cool!

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