greenwood
forego tall tally
timber, sought valley fall nigh
December, that morns
aplenty tillage gather
fed warm the dying ember.
where soon, ere noon rays
dry, sheer runaway dusk frost.
fields when from the ply,
beckon wind endeavor most;
reckon quiet shiver lost.
for lest foreign sounds
mount an echo bear in spring,
forests which, with each
year ring, rain another day
stream 'til its branch stowed gives way.
to rivulets, leaves.
to traverse rivers, a range;
thereon palettes vast
companion canvas color
as, perennial genre.
--kd
|