Mountains are not far away
From the valley I can smell the snow
The grass here refuses to sway
While the fir up there takes a bow.
A distant song of the nightingale
Echoes across the ridges and the vales.
I shall rest here today,
With colors as even sun plays.
The raucous creek is noisily profound
I dream it to be silent up there.
Where the fairies fly high and unbound,
Secluded from malicious leers.
The dew confuses me with the grass
Cleaner than any crystal glass.
To the blades, the drops are bound
Like a king newly crowned.
The night is escorted by its playful mates
The mist floats down like a troop of ghosts.
The moon appears behind the horizon’s gates
While the breeze raises its welcome toast.
They conspire amid the howls and the hoots
Forbidding trees to either blossom or fruit
Mournfully, yet so, the grasshopper grates
Eluding the judgment of its icy fate.
The dawn breaks with a joyful glee
Against a sky as clear as sapphire
The mist vanishes among the trees
And the poltergeist breeze begins to tire.
My trail is narrow, coarse and bleached
I smile to fill the silence of my speech.
The nightingale sings, again, so free
Her song echoes, for long, in me.
2 years ago
One can easily sense that you love Mother Nature a lot, don't you? Your level of detailing in this one is very good. A very striking poem!!! Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteHi.. I absolutely love the way you describe the night and the dawn. Beautiful. More so, the end where the nightingale's song fills you up 'for long'. Nice use of words. However the stanza "The raucous creek is noisily profound..." can be worked upon I feel. Especially the lines
ReplyDelete"The dew confuses me with the grass
Cleaner than any crystal glass."
Its not a very sharp comparison. What do you think? Well done, though!