| The glade dozes. Ferns edge a pool of moss Fed by an ivy spring. Above, the woods Cascade like verdant waterfalls to splash Hillsides in flaming copper torrents. Cliffs Ascend, pine-clad, to loom and crest and break Into a mile-high tidal wave of life That at its crest erupts into a tree— Kingly, triumphant, highest of them all, A final proudest acme—over which The sky dozes. |
(see also TheBrink (3 Apr 2001), ... )
TopicPoetry - 2003-09-20
(correlates: WhiteNoise, Subway Agreement, DazzlingDarkness, ...)