along a deep forest trail
By Don Iannone
penetrating
deep green
woodland forest
hemlocks and oaks tower
high above.
pine needle floor rises up
like an excited green phoenix
wild
beyond control
without reason
unrelenting
in her campaign to be free of all
even the golden-yellow sun
that trickles
through near impenetrable green.
there a new beginning erupts
like a galaxy of stars
naked
without expectation
only a heart to guide
its unfolding.
there upon the forest floor
a single seed falls
and life once again
begins.
Cycle of life everywhere we look!! Very good!!
ReplyDeleteNice. Gets at how beautifully trees manifest the splendor of sheer being.
ReplyDeleteYah...! Gorgeous Don...! Really nice flow...!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely flow to this poem!
amazing don...felt like im really there. Had a few walks in the forests once...never can forget the experience.!
ReplyDeleteThanls GP, Margie, Pat, Kathleen, and Darius. It's the real thing. Prompted by a beautiful hike today. Amazing grace!
ReplyDeleteYou are in fine form at the moment Don!
ReplyDeletevery nice,Don..just loved it!!
ReplyDeleteDear Don, it was so green and luscious like a forest itself.
ReplyDelete'a single seed falls
and life once again
begins.', we feel to see that life is all around us.We sometimes forget about other elements of nature.Thanks for reminding us of them
Allegorical too (as all nature, and some poems, are).
ReplyDeleteI've always felt an affinity for nature poetry (hence my love of Whitman, Emerson, and Thoreau's writing), and this was a pleasure to read. I love your ending, "a single seed falls / and life once again / begins." So apt.
ReplyDeleteI simply love nature poems. It takes on a great journey!
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ReplyDeletethank you for taking us for a walk through the forest. enjoyed.
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i deleted the previous one - typos creeping in.
Kind thanks to all of you sharing comments. Thanks Polona, Dan, Gautami, Mike, Dumbdodi, Rob, and Gangadahr. You're all so wonderful and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteAllegory is there, Dan, So right.
Mike, Whitman is also a favorite of mine.
Dumbdodi...we are all seeds dropped along the path.
Blessings to all.
As usual, lovely, I see you are always striving for the fresh, the new, the born again, the rejuvenated...that makes a new Eden of the old that we in our foolishness have polluted....
ReplyDeletePlus Ultra...thank you. Indeed the fresh allows us to refresh. May we bow in humbleness our Mother the Earth. In her all is possible. Without her, we are naked and dead.
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