The Cycle

Pigmy flowers mite sized
sulk and mope,
the dung sprouts a scraggly beard
hairy tendrils dance in the breeze,
honeyed centipede curl in natal slumber,
bulbous caterpillar feeds on leaves
and excretes peppercorns,
leaves yellow and toss down
like gold coins.
The earth has taken a deep breath
sucking, hollowing the bowl of life,
as it breathes out
the butterfly unfurls its wings,
the weed flowers a glorious yellow,
and my moody flower perks up
as its petals curdle a rich cream,
my body rejects the wasted eggs,
the lunar sky a crimson red
welcomes the next cycle of waxing.

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