Silence Cannot Tell, Enquiring Tells.
Legions of words, harking back to prolix, run through my head,
yet not a single one is evinced.
After awhile I'll speak at last,
but if you cared you'd simply enquire.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Taste Of Fall
The taste of Fall
blesses the arid air
In silence stands a sentinel
awaiting the smokey aroma
Epic Poetry Part 6
A range of untamed mountains
cast feathery shadows on he ground
with a conflagration
the edge of a precipitous ravine
Years 2008 And 2009
O, alas,2009 ensued,
I smoulder the hatred,
I had taken umbrage,
The contemptuous 2008, the impending 2009.