Art: Rhododendron, Winter by Emily Cross
RHODODENDRON, WINTER
A troupe of ghosts stand in abeyance─
radiant energy
we feel but cannot see.
A naive bud, abiding spring.
Guilded, like the age we live in─
a thin gold leaf of wealth for a few.
Greed, and fear of losing.
Leaves curl backwards into themselves,
exposing veins.
Darkness furthers isolation,
beast of winter.
This world has passed through
five mass extinctions─
each one a distinct specter.
This world has returned from
five mass extinctions─
each one a new blossoming.
Enter us homo sapiens─
roaming, foraging,
farming, manufacturing, digitizing.
Swift as gazelles,
overwhelming the waters,
plants, sentient beings.
Winter, the sixth
lumbers toward us.
Who will witness the bloom?
Art: Rhododendron, Winter by Emily Cross