Author Information
Temptation in Shivering Boughs
Folder:
Earth Worship The hedgerows are whispering with seductive voices
Temptation is sometimes too much
To slip away silently like a doe
Under the low canopy made of camouflage.
Can I shapeshift into a sylph or shadow
And follow the hedgerow like an anti-road
Until it carries me to the edge of the wilds
Like a river carries a leaf to the ocean?
I must sink into the forest deeps
Like a grain of sand to fill the abyss.
I must fade into shadows dappled to twilight
And sink below the primordial ferns.
The hedgerows are whispering too much
Their quiet is louder than cities droning.
I must plunge into the depths of abyss
To save myself from drowning.
"like an anti-road"
Emensity versus how small we seem; desiring to dissolve into the greatness of everything - big as birth or the enormity of death (the real biggies) only here now to be a supporting part of this whole called existing. Bravo write.
.
~S~
.
I’m not surprised that
you understand this poem, since you're also a gardener and general lover of the green, blooming creatures. <3
nature is calming for
nature is calming for sure,some see it as a church
i hate to see it and it`s inhanibits mis used for pleasur or gain
ron parrish
Thank you
and I agree :)
my pleasure
my pleasure
ron parrish