Decay Poem by Jennifer Parks
Decay
Warm, moist, and rotting
it creates a heat all it's own
composting the year's fallen leaves
and offering a haven to a world of bugs
and worms that turn old to new.
Deep, pungent earthy aroma of fungus
stirred by the toe of my shoe;
it surrounds me, almost suffocating me
filling my nose with the scent of mushrooms
and whispering inside my mind of the promise
of Spring and new life to come.
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