- CHANGES
As natures libraries patterns change
by slow degree with mornings call
the mustering oak and elm and ash,
where moonlight dripped and silvered boughs,
point down to where the yawning path
knows no defined establishment.
And here ensphered by harmonies,
with great eclat the morning fugue
of rustling wind and wild life’s call
declares release from night times veil
revealing him who stops a while
to rest and summon resolution.
Resolute he stands, intent,
yet with the passage of the years,
and yielding by slow degree,
his back now stooped, his burnished face
with wrinkled mien his mind dwells deep
on natures contract made with man.
Michael Edwards © November 2016
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today's offering plus another painting of a local village.
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Like this and love the last line
"on matures contract made with man"
Thanks so much for taking the time to comment - much appreciated,.
Stop and smell the roses. Great flow.
Well written and expressedand picture
Thank you Tony
Welcome
suddenly I stopped and turned I was old and now I want to move into your picture? Mighty Mike strikes again. WW
Bless you Willy
Thanks Michael I think the big guy already did, I am getting better all the time
better, better, better I used to be angry at school the teachers I taught were not cool?
would not go with plan hid their heads in the sand, you know the rest? I don\'t ?
thanks Michael I am returning soon from the darkness Pls wait for me my good I\'m lucky friend.
Good on yer Willy.
Expressive reminder that nature will never stand still - change comes at a price as the final stanza makes clear. Another wonderful watercolour to show how greenly pristine in season is the countryside - thank you Michael for sharing this posting.
Thank you Fay.
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