Epoch
Epoch
Chlorophyl morning.
Canopy shadow
understories paths with leaves.
Oxygen levels
swoon my dizzy breath
to prehistoric.
Rounding the trail home,
I imagine dinosaurs
trumpeting at sloths—
would not be surprised
if a pterodactyl flapped
from the heron’s roost.
This is what we feared
when Godzilla smashed airplanes.
Only reel, not real.
Love “chlorophyll morning” and the sense that something prehistoric might be around the next shaded/foggy bend.
Thanks, Sylvia. I thought my first word looked funny. But you know that my autocorrect hates me. 🙂
This is great, Roberta. We’re on a wavelength, too, because what I wrote yesterday included a canopy!
Great images.
Love this. You really made me see and feel it.
Appreciate the whimsy of this poem, Roberta. Love the image of a pterodactyl flapping from the heron’s roost! I could just see it.