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SPELLBOUND.
SHAGGY SHETLANDS CLEAVE TOGETHER,
THICK, CARPET RUMPS HELD TO THE WIND,
STURDY BEASTS WITH PATIENT EYES
OF CHOCOLATE BROWN.
A HAZY, PASTEL RAINBOW ARCS
ACROSS THE VISION, MERGING INTO
SLATEY CLOUDS OF SILENT MENACE
WHICH RULE THE SKY.
NOW SLEET IS SLICING DOWN TO EARTH;
IT STRIKES THE GLASS WITH FORCE AND STARTLES
BUT MELTS ONCE MORE IN SUNSHINE,
TEPID, PALE.
FOUR WHEELS BUMP AND GRIND ACROSS
ALARMING CAUSEWAY OF HEWN STONE,
ROCKY, ISOLATED PATHWAY
TO MEDITATION.
CHOPPY, FROTH-TOPPED, DANCING WAVES
JIG AND SWIRL TO MUSIC MUTE;
THEY FUSE AND PART, ARE EVER FAITHFUL
TO NATURE’S TUNE.
IN MIDDLE DISTANCE, THERE APPEARS
A LEAFY COPSE OF EVERGREENS,
A HAVEN FOR THE FEATHERED HARBINGERS
OF PROMISED SPRING.
REMOTE HORIZON OF YOUTHFUL DAYS-
CAREFREE DAYS OF HOPE AND LOVE-
IS BROKEN BY A SHEER CLIFF FACE,
MAJESTIC, HIGH.
A SOLITARY GULL DRIFTS BY,
GREY AND WHITE LIKE SEA BENEATH;
IT FLOATS, IT RISES, FALLS AT WILL,
SURVIVES ALONE.
IT HOLDS A SPECIAL FASCINATION,
SYMBOL OF POWER TO OVERCOME
THE VAGRANT WIND, THE STORMY SEA,
FOCUSED, ALOOF.
THE WATCHER SOON FEELS HESITATION
TO ENCROACH ON NATURE MORE,
BUT NO SUCH RETICENCE OBSTRUCT
THE NEXT INTRUDER.
THE DRONING OF A HELICOPTER
BURSTS UPON THE ANCIENT SCENE,
PERSISTENT IN ITS WHIRLING FLIGHTS
ACROSS THE SKY.
THEN STRANGERS IN A RED-BOX CAR
CREEP ALONG THE RUGGED ROAD,
AND, AS THEY PASS, THEY SMILE AND WAVE
BUT DO NOT STAY.
CROFTS LIE DOTTED ROUND ABOUT,
COSY FAMILIES LODGED WITHIN;
SHEEP AND CATTLE CROP THE GRASS,
LUSCIOUS AND GREEN.
THEY EAT THEIR FILL, ARE UNAWARE;
HAPPILY, THEY CANNOT KNOW
THAT THEY ARE NURTURED FOR THEIR GIFTS
OF FLESH OR FLEECE.
AND SO THE SPELL IS BROKEN NOW;
THE MAGIC OF THE HOUR HAS PASSED,
THE SCENE DISSOLVES, THE WATCHER LEAVES
FOR MAN-MADE HOME.
NECESSITY, CONDITIONING
DRIVE THE WHEELS INLAND AGAIN,
BUT MEMORY HOLDS, FAST AND SURE, THE TIME
SPENT BY THE BAY.
A short poem
The Day After (1st poem )
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