Rich smell of turned earth blends
Wood smoke wishes,
Meandering dreams,
To harvest wildflowers in the cooling sun
She wandered to the old maple,
leaves brittle and bright
timothy grown high, clover sweet
cold boulders mounded, tell stories;
ancient crevices hide piercing secrets
Chipmunks scold, jays protest, cicadas whine
lay back we wont hurt you
lay back we won't tell -
overwhelming influence
Cold sun sets on the raucous jabber of distant birds
the screech of the saws quieted.
winter, the poignant distillation of silence,
yet again.
HELP! What is this poem about and is it any GOOD?
Don't know what it's about. It's not very good.
Reply:Forest Dreams? Earth's Callings?
It's a unique poem, talking about many different things
good
Reply:IT'S YES VERY GOOD!!
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