POEM AND PHOTO BY ED NORTHEN

The night summons fears

of the unknown

minds enveloped by darkness

imaginations teaming

with visions of terror

initiated by traumas

fixating on the dead

singularly from the mortal aspect

of decomposing flesh.

A juxtaposed view  

Is the parallel hope

of resurrection

ruminate on a small seed

or the dull brown bulbs

which must first die

initiating a metamorphose

into tulips, daffodils

and Iris

bodily death necessary

for reformation  

the mortal unable

to accommodate

the elements

of ethereal realms