The Growing Poem: A Day of Life

a day unfolding in its own shapeless way.

by noon the world will hum

into shades of flame

all will be baked brown.

leaves will tumble to the earth 

and decay;

senseless to the white water 

that weighs upon them

until morning springs.

an endless cycle 

of growth, decline and fall.

Design Editor (2020/21)


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