06-20-2019, 01:07 AM
Lessons from the Fen (revision)
An acorn drops
ripples a moss-filled pond
- my son’s first smile.
Monarchs emerge
navigating the sedge
- hesitant steps.
A rabbit trembles
- concealed beneath the mist
the crouching fox.
Frost-crusted marsh
bullfrogs burrowed in mud
- crane’s parting cry.
Lessons from the Fen
An acorn drops,
ripples the moss-filled pond
- my son’s first smile.
Rain massages,
softens the compact loam
- hesitant steps.
A rabbit trembles
- concealed beneath the mist
the crouching fox.
Frost-crusted marsh
bullfrogs burrowed in mud
- crane’s parting cry.
An acorn drops
ripples a moss-filled pond
- my son’s first smile.
Monarchs emerge
navigating the sedge
- hesitant steps.
A rabbit trembles
- concealed beneath the mist
the crouching fox.
Frost-crusted marsh
bullfrogs burrowed in mud
- crane’s parting cry.
Lessons from the Fen
An acorn drops,
ripples the moss-filled pond
- my son’s first smile.
Rain massages,
softens the compact loam
- hesitant steps.
A rabbit trembles
- concealed beneath the mist
the crouching fox.
Frost-crusted marsh
bullfrogs burrowed in mud
- crane’s parting cry.
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery. TS Eliot