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A Dialogue

There is a frame of mind
that says “leave as you find.
Let the great oak alone
and spare the ancient stone
for they serve a purpose
if one looks beneath the surface
of things”.
Others bring
to bare a mind
which no beauty doth find
in oak and stone
“for they stand in the way
Of a brighter day”.
“But if you pull the tree down
what then supports the ground?
For the roots go deep
and people weep
when the oak falls
on ancient halls”.
“Let us wield the axe and be glad
for the old ways are bad.
New seed we will sow
The past must go”.
They are arguing still
As the sun sinks
o’er vale and hill.

Hurricane

I want to come in.
The din
I make.
The trees I shake.
I awake
the old fear
Of nature wild and near.
People quale indoors.
There is no applause
when the gale doth come.
Animals run
for shelter
helter skelter
seeking release
from the hurricane’s teeth.
The morning brings peace
And trees
Lying amongst fallen leaves.

Awakening To Wind Chimes

Awakening to the sun’s light

I listen with delight

to wooden wind chimes.

Their music delicate and sweet

has not disturbed my sleep.

Now heres the thing

you can not catch the wind.

It goes where it will

over dale and hill.

As a child it blew

through

our home

whistling in the chimney

as I sat alone

reading many a fable

at our oak table.

The gale inspired no fear

then

and when

I hear

it blowing near

today

I pray

it will blow all this away.

 

Albatross

The wind howls

as the environment scowls

on ersatz man

who can

only cower

At nature’s power.

His tower

shiny and new

may see him through

But the old gods wait

And ‘tis getting late.

Thor raises his hammer

Drowning out the yammer

Of man who plays on the Titanic’s dek

an albatross about his neck.

Warbling

Listening to commercial radio

The warblers come and go.

Photogenic girls fill my brain

With the same

Or similar sound.

Autumn leaves strew the ground.

I reach for the off switch.

Oh what bliss!

In the garden a bird calls.

Leaves whirl and fall

And the warbling is lost, beyond recall.

Listening To The Morning

The sun on my bookcase.

Books, their plain binding suffused with light.

Cars pass.

The song of the bird, here then gone.

The traffic continues on

Swishing as the great tide

That ebbs and flows.

The bird sings again

Competing with the vehicles noise (and winning)!

A crow khaws once.

A woodpecker joins in.

9:40, sitting at my computer, listening to the morning.

From The Dark We Come And To The Dark We Shall Return

We come out of night.

Oh brief delight.

The song of the bird

A loving word

All are heard.

Nature’s scent

Our lives are spent

In joy and pain.

In the end ‘tis all the same.

From the dark womb

We come

For a time dally under the sun

Then to the tomb.

It is over all to soon.