Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,
treasure
spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:
your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?
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Comments1WOW, THIS REALL HIT ME HARD. YOU KNOW, THE PART "TREASURE SPILLED NEAR THE SHRUB-PINES TO BLEACH ON THE BOULDERS". IT'S LIKE, LIFE'S BEAUTY IS RIGHT THERE FOR US TO SEE, BUT WE OFTEN MISS IT OR LET IT BLEACH ON THE BOULDERS. MIGHT BE TAKING IT TOO DEEP, BUT THAT'S HOW IT STRIKES ME. ALSO THE IMAGERY IS JUST AMAZING, MAKES YA PICTURE EVERY DETAIL RIGHT IN YER HEAD!! JUST BEAUTIFUL!! LOVE EVERY BIT OF. JUST BRILLIANT, RIGHT TO THE CORE!!