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, ...)