A Writer's Vine Tangeled in Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a court poet, newly inducted to the court life, reflects upon the value of nature

Submitted: May 16, 2010

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“A Writer’s Vine Trapped in Time”

The sun cradle me in his rays,

On just the nicest of mid-year days,

June’s hot air smells heavy of summer

 

For open eyes the sun shows nature’s displays,

For eager ears the marsh wren sing deeply in croons,

The sun cradles me in his rays.

 

My eager mind watches the steer as he lays,

In grassy pastures he upon on tiny white flowers in bloom,

June’s hot air smells heavy of summer.

 

The journey home from the field, my mind delays,

Waiting to see another moment of earth and beast to attune,

The sun cradles me in his rays.

 

Observing and noting natural seasons conveys,

The humble origins still alive in this wary parvenu,

June’s hot air smells heavy of summer.

 

Align my thoughts with nature and my heart allays,

From complexities of court life, momentarily from them I am immune.

The sun cradles me in his rays.

June’s hot air smells heavy of summer.

 


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