two centuries since Humboldt
we’re still wrecking earth’s balance
forcing nature to our needs
(my natural need for warmth
told by breath of bright color
gracing gray winter window)
Flowers yearn, hungry as humans
else why their open throats, singing
colors arching to the sun?
There is a clamor here
a desperate pick me.
I have been reading Andrea Wulf’s book about Alexander von Humboldt, The Invention of Nature. Also keeping forced daffodils (and hyacinth) in a pot.