Sunshine poignant after rain,
under a receding cloud-loom,
gilding the bare thorn-weave in hedgerows
brushes of pollard trees on sunfire.
Ivy flickers, a pigeon's wing flashes
a bright blade cutting air.
Driving back towards the ball of fire,
sans children now, by virid verges,
and empty grazing fields,
under a beneficent blue,
low cloud lit to shining, but
for stubborn bars of threatening dark...
A field-edge avenue of oaks portray
complex and ancient gestures, emerging
from their ivy cloaks.
The senatorial oratory of grown trees,
each in turn interrogated
by the irresistible emperor, Sol,
as I travel, surviving the intermittent
lakes of molten gold - they drain; they drain;
and long-legged shadows have stolen the dregs.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
