The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Amber Rose Crowtree

Lamentation of Reaping

Green hallows, welcome fall.

Crows know the changing well.

For charcoal-black is back, surveying

from trees, sky, and ground;

scavenging the all we do not note.

Tree deaths rose this year.  Victims

of flux in weather and climate,

and the harvest to accommodate us

—the bona fide wood borer. 

Another mountain has gone under. 

While another wild beauty made

that fluctuating list.

New and improved technology has

the already whirring, stirring,

at twister speed

as another resource goes to bone. 

What leaves are left change again

—are we further ahead or left behind?

Green hallows, welcome fall.

Crows know the changing well.

Charcoal-black is back on the wing,

updating the blueprints of Earth.