Eucalyptus CanopyA Poem by RuseInex
Into the deepening night
The silver of moon with Jupiter’s cold lone star Bright The night comes on The back of the cold wind And flings itself On our tight knit canopy Of trees Into the deepening night Around the fiery pit Into the coals and flickering flames Of yellow We stare and think and talk And listen The wind flings itself On our tight knit canopy Of trees Into the deepening night We lay nestled in camphor scented bags Made sweet through trees’ oil And sad too by the hooting Of the early owl And shadowy light Mourning, howling, rustling wind Waxing and waning as if were The moon Heaving and blowing strong Creaking, swirling and swaying The eucalyptus trees, That tight knit canopy Of sleep and dreams © 2015 RuseInexAuthor's Note
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Added on December 9, 2015 Last Updated on December 9, 2015 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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