the traveller in the west woods
the western woods are dark at noon
leafy shade hides the glade
where fledgelings twitter for the moon
a squirrel edging unafraid
along a branch casts a glance
through treetops edged with golden braid
rabbits through the grasses prance
the grasses live shake and thrive
the leaves shiver to make a dance
what phantom light has brought alive
the human eye would look askance
look elsewhere sweet romance
and let the vision die
leafy shade hides the glade
where fledgelings twitter for the moon
a squirrel edging unafraid
along a branch casts a glance
through treetops edged with golden braid
rabbits through the grasses prance
the grasses live shake and thrive
the leaves shiver to make a dance
what phantom light has brought alive
the human eye would look askance
look elsewhere sweet romance
and let the vision die
posted by heelers | 4:50 AM
2 Comments:
What dis?
Avid Fan
An experiment in rhythm, written in the dulcet Summer of 1985 when I was 19 years old.
I still like it.
James
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