Timeless worlds

[cmeh]

Rough rugged rocks,
so coarse,
so timeless.
Thinking that they go unchanged,
but knowing that the elements play soft lasting influences
that forever changes the face of the hard surfaces.
A gentle breeze, with icy cold hands
rub the resistant rocks in its own time.

Brush,
foliage,
green, brown,
dancing subtly in the wind,
dappled with still diffuse light.

Times begins with the hum of a fly,
the single chirp of a bird,
but only for a moment,
then time ceases once more.

We await the light,
that first morning glimpse of magic.
Ever so slowly, the sun creeps into the valley,
pushing back the shadows and the chilly air.
With it comes warmth, light and life itself.
The valley responds with vibrant colors.

The sun penetrates the valley and breaths life into her.
The birds flutter above, the bees and gnats swarm.
The light flickers on the rocks and leaves.
Time begins once more with the voices of nature unified,
dancing and energized from the suns rays,
bouncing back with their own rays.

A world within worlds comes alive.

[Michael]

cmeh, you charge this piece with a multitude of Nature’s inhabitants.

You also charge this piece with some very good writing.
Originally posted by cmeh
Brush,
foliage,
green, brown,
dancing subtly in the wind,
dappled with still diffuse light.
This passage, personified and soft, creates a paradoxical picture of movement and calm.

The references to the sun at the end of the poem are perfectly placed and vividly described. I can almost feel the warmth as I read.

Of course, the very last line is creative and clever.

Nicely penned.

[cmeh]

Thank you for your thoughful reply on this Michael. It is good to know that someone else can appreciate this place, even if it is vicariously.

[Poeticpiers]

Elegantly descriptive writing
covering a multidude of associations and movemnts within the natural scene I thoroughly enjoyed but last line is master stroke ivor

[Territorial Hawk]

Brush,
foliage,
green, brown,
dancing subtly in the wind,
dappled with still diffuse light.


This is my favourite part, of an amazing poem.