the green place that I’d known
had been watered red and died
nothing was left to atone
the sun on that day must have cried
Come on over to Pen of the Damned where there is an unusual reaping. Reaping the Harvest my newest dark poem seems oddly appropriate for the day our government in the United States has shut down.
Photography: Pen of the damned icon by Bernini
Harvest in sepia © L. Moon