Torn

A Poem

photo by the author

They’ve mowed
the field of clover,
torn stem and leaf
from the greening earth
with great rusty blades,
scattered scraps
of white flower
and left mulch
in ragged piles.
Blue moonlit fog
hovers low
over neat rows
of mower tracks.
And when the sun rises,
the bees will come
to forage
and find
carefully curated ruin.

© John Allison Cannon