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In my Wood
Dust motes dance in sunbeams' rays
Far-off hills in blue-black haze
Trees a-sway in soft spring breeze
Birds chant and flit among the leaves.
Time lies suspended, evermore
as I rest on mossy floor
I close my eyes and catch my breath
let slip the bonds of life and death
Yet soon the sun sinks to the wood
In tapestry of sunset gold
as Time once more asserts its hold
upon my world ... as it should.
The rhythm in this poem
The rhythm in this poem commands you. the Passage of time is relative To those who recognize it. Beautifully written
Let your teeth show
Love the Rhythms/Rhymes
A gift for rhyme is special. Love the caesura between world and as. Beautiful write - slc