Oh Look, You Made It Here

Assuming you’re one of the handful of people who ran across my previous blog and saw about the move. I shall honor the occasion with a poem about my favorite plant.



Suburban Sunshine

Across the lawn, a man of gold did flow

His grace spoke soft, his strength gave truth

He sang his hope, his pride of glories grown.

But lo, behold, the putrid waves of smoke

Tendrils of bitter lion’s teeth entwined

He fell to monsters beneath soft blue grass

His cries lost to the raw eldritch madness

Into the soft embrace of well-fed soil.