Nature
A poem.
Silence in the forest treetops swaying
Azure outlines shadowing their movement
Hornbills quieting, a vast improvement
Soughing in the undergrowth, like praying
Spots of sunlight dappling detritus
Swirling mist transporting jasmine fragrance
No intrusion, free of manmade flagrance
All is clear that hid from Heraclitus
Gnarled trunk with borer beetles dotted
Hushed and still, I follow what it teaches
Like the tiger’s breath that only reaches
Me, his tooth bisecting my carotid
Some good trochaic propaganda at last! I love this poem, and I am sure my beloved will as well. Lines 2 and 3 of stanza 2 are my favorite and quite representative of what I feel the poem is about--that is, the contemplation of Nature for what it is: imminent death.
thE QuiET wEiGHt of InWArd TurMOIl caRRiED aWaY bY NAturE.
"Spots of sunlight dappling detritus" <3