Summertide Weald

a forest in Summer

A solstice of burnt oaks,a wealth of yews that

despite the ardent heat from yesterday

(more than a day old)fills the sky with lemon.

The furnace of the day`s heart; more than

the cool green,as starlings bang in the sink

of the afternoon.This must be the shade of

a copsed church,but do not fear as the day stretches;

no,the pine bed smells of wax and earth.

Badgers hide in the low bank of ground,

trees join hands,headless eyes hang under branches

We are complete with ourselves;

fresh and cunning and cool in a dark tent.

Reviews

[Onku Ghosh]

I like your style of wrting.Strong imagery 'THe furnace of the days heat' ,'in the sink of the afternoon.' are your forte.Good write.

[Eric Cox]

Unique and cool visuals and wording. Excellent work.

[Sami Khalil]

You are a great writer and your phrases are well thought and brilliant ...Thank you for penning...:)

[Mark]

I really love the descriptives 'wealth of yews' 'solstice of burnt oaks'. The forest is one of my most favorite places. You've shown it to me in a new way. Very well done.

[FJ Davis]

Strong imagery--even stronger use of language.
In some ways, verbal time-lapse photography.
Brilliant, Leslie!

[Tina Kline]

A very skillful and creative way to describe a forest in summer.
It has its own unique feel, yet familiar as summer is familiar.
Amazing poem!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This feels so much more than a forrest Leslie. It evokes thoughts of dark myths and sorcery. A well written piece from you as always with such beautifull use of metaphors.

[Prritiy]

nice picturesque write, felt it. :)

[TL Boehm]

Ah. Wonderful. I live in the high desert - and work long hours. I so rarely get out to enjoy nature but this piece took me to my child hood summers. Climbing trees, the scent of pine pitch and needless soft underfoot. The drone of cicadas. I miss it.
Well penned.

[quinfinn]

Leslie, you have a unique brand of expression which is both starkly visual and very imaginative. well penned!