Day’s end under the spreading trees Twilight glimmers beneath shadowed leaves Entwined with the branches, now they emerge Forest spirits, singing a dirge Dryads dance in a moonlit glade Remains of the dead ones around them displayed Stumps remain of their murdered kin Nothing left of the spirits within Their numbers grow fewer every day…
In times past, forests represented something magical and dangerous, because it was unknown. A person might go into the forest, but they would stay on known trackways, go to known places. Not content with mundane dangers of the forest (getting lost, starving to death, attacked by robbers, killed by wild animals), human beings would extrapolate…
There were stone stairs, unexpected Right there in the middle of the park They were beautiful, with carved banisters Leading down into a glade of sorts Dark trees rose on either side of the path Shutting out the sun The track quickly vanishing in the gloom No sound No birds, animals, not even wind Following…
In early summer, the wood is filled With leafy green and yellow flowers My feet disappear in the lush grass Sun shines dappled through the canopy And drops light piecemeal onto the forest floor I met them there in a fairy ring The wee folk, the fae The leader doffed his cap to me One…
I heard the oceans cry Fever-sick and hurting I heard the forests grieve Mourning their dead I heard the high winds howl Unstable and wild I heard the deep earth groan Wounded and broken I heard the people Hide their eyes and turn away I heard the leaders Preach the gospel of greed I heard…
Fresh clear stream clambers over rocks And giggles its way through the forest glade Wildflowers explode in a rainbow of colour There’s no one here but me And the stream, and the infinite sky The forest in all the shades of green Surrounding my solitude It is easy to feel lonely In the noise and…
Green becomes gold in filtered light Sunbeams and shadows jostle for space Restless leaves toss and turn As the insomniac breeze wanders through and through Last call for the birds Returning to home and roost with sleepy twitters While night-shift workers emerge from nests and burrows Ready to start their day Gold fades to black…
Reaching on high Straining upwards Standing on tiptoes Until I leave the ground Floating higher Taking flight I soar on wings like eagles Catch the updraft Float ever higher Over forests and green fields Over rivers and oceans Over mountains and valleys Into the blue At last, at last My dream is real And I…
The trees parade across the hill And down into the valley, til They meet the river, there they slow And bow their greeting to the flow The river serenades the sky And dancing dragonflies go by The peaceful hum of sleepy bees While bright-winged birds sing in the trees In the fields the flowers dream…
Long limbs twisting in the dance Leafy fingers twitch and sway Poetry described in shades of green and brown Foundations burrowed deep into the darkness keeping time with the heartbeat the primal song of the earth This choreography is not measured in time that we can see but is no less beautiful and so I…
Eclectic Assemblage 