Ersine

Ersine

A Poem by Anna

The world is beautiful in the eye of the storm-- 
it is most vibrant in the calm between sufferings.
Where a period of grief leaves a heavy fog
the briar is quenched of thirst and blackberries
begin to bare their weak springtime thistles.
The forest is greener when the fog lifts--
evaporating into warm sunbeams in the gold.

© 2020 Anna


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Anna
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Perfectly catches that cusp in nature; the place between wet and dry, hot and cold, where everything is right in the Goldilocks zone.

To echo Emma, Ersine? Inquiring mind are baffled.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Anna

3 Years Ago

It's the name of a meadow region in the woods where I live.
Delmar Cooper

3 Years Ago

Ahh, thank you.
Anna

3 Years Ago

No problem :)
Seems aftermath has its own beauty, is a masterpiece in its own right.. as should be. Each of your phrases creates a switch of thought from,.. to... and makes for welcome pauses within mayhem, Such an interesting piece of writing, controlled yet free of conformities.

The word, Ersine?

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on December 27, 2020
Last Updated on December 27, 2020
Tags: ersine, spring, grief, suffering

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