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Release I. His breath is the breeze stealing leaves from painted trees And his hands dip into waters gripping them with ice and halting rivers at their source. Then He soars into the sky and laughs at how small the earth really is from the heavens as he blankets it with snow. II. Wild spirit of the woods Wanton and crafty With bristling hair Budding horns Goat’s ears a tail and hooves Frolicking in the forest wind Chasing nymphs and Playing impish tricks on men The satyr never sleeps Forever dancing around and around Running free Where others bound… III. A trembling leaf clings to a feeble oak fighting the furious wind. The tree may fall to answer Time’s call yet the leaf might slowly descend D O W N to the earth or ascend with the spiral of Beauty’s whirlwind. IV. Lovers stray From sunlit paths Beneath the shelter Of painted oaks As leaves drift down Like confetti And the breeze Kisses an audience Of covered branches Trembling limbs Where the wind Passes over Undressing them With natural ease Applause |
Additional Notes:
These poems are separate - yes - written for different reasons but they make up what I have so far of a long poem called "Release". Thier styles and structures are quite different in that one may rhyme and the other may not and also the images are very different for both. Anyway - hope you like these.
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