595 “…but never trust.” 5-7-16 (580 for word search)

Early Spring stormed the Valley this year.
Noahs own flood rains
beat the blossoms from their
tenuous hold on the apple trees,
pounding the petals,
as wounded in battle perish
in the mud and blood of
bayonet combat,
drown beneath boots of both
foe and comrade.

Mother is a capricious warrior,
bestowing boundless blessing
or merciless murder
at her whim,
no matter our plan or plea.

If she ordains it,
we cannot win.
Tossed in her maelstrom
we are lost in the din
of the dying.

revere the Mother
as the ancients did Moloch,
but trust Her for constancy?


About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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