After Armageddon

Where footsteps once roamed beside
stark reminders of civilization amongst the wild woodland
the cold clarity of time passing flows
through the autumn kissed trees
only nature remains to recall the past
reflected in dark polluted pools
echoes rejected in the ripples of a raindrop
yet nature remembers all the same
in the golden glow that awakens the morning
the soft breathing that once lingered here

©JG Farmer 2014
Form: Free Verse