Finding My Poet Soul

Driving down south for spring break I wrote the following: I saw a forest decimatedher trampled leaves were weeping. “Apocalypse” her branches cried. Who smugly says she deserves it? Orange buds then redmistake spring for fall…… drip like blood. tenacious, fighting, breathing, budding, living Encased in the crypt of consumerismdefiant dancers declaring….. the restoration of…