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On the country road the old oak tree
Will teach me lessons on eternity
By congregating with the sky and me,
Repeating always ‘solidarity.’
For always windswept aggregated leaves
Will unify as one their humble strength,
Cry down the wind and winter cold as thieves,
Disparage what divides their age and length.
So as a withered leaf consumed by wind
Whom the impenetrable nights will send
From what is known into the deep unknown,
I’m heavy with eternity, the strong
Swift breath of time; though in my voice a song
Of solidarity proves I’m not alone.
Will teach me lessons on eternity
By congregating with the sky and me,
Repeating always ‘solidarity.’
For always windswept aggregated leaves
Will unify as one their humble strength,
Cry down the wind and winter cold as thieves,
Disparage what divides their age and length.
So as a withered leaf consumed by wind
Whom the impenetrable nights will send
From what is known into the deep unknown,
I’m heavy with eternity, the strong
Swift breath of time; though in my voice a song
Of solidarity proves I’m not alone.
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Deciduous
All the glory of Summer
Has snapped
Like an aorta unplugged
And blood bleeds over
Everything as the sun
Drowns faster and faster
And the woods are Blood-tipped
Pikes.
Literature
Helmets
Mist of green clouds
Strung between these hearty elms
Here I’m running
Underneath their counselled helms
Warriors who fought
Both arms locked with bloody ground
That I would walk on
And never let it overwhelm
Sticks and smooth rocks
Much larger than the home I built
All from a lost age
When there was barren branch in wilt
Flurry by me
A fury to my longing heart
I wear atop me
An armour by my blade and hilt
I walk when ready
The sign a heavy sleeping vein
And ones beside me
I hope I have my portion same
A fog of travel
A mind well grounded in my gait
As stones and forest
Persist atop the ground they came
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*The Forest*
Fern and bluebell thrive
Dense trees forging green shelter
Footpaths meander.
Mystery at every turn
Gnarled roots display nature's art.
Forest canopy
Dappled sunlight and shadow
Rustling undergrowth
Spring is stirring steadily
Epiphany of nature.
Delice1941
26.4.15
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