Balsam Cap EpiphanyA Poem by VennelaMargameAnother poem inspired by a hike.As though it were a slimy rain That afternoon, the orange flesh Of sky was dripping pulpy sweat.
Or, rather, say the balsam trees Were shaking off the scales of
sleep Onto the winter’s slushy dregs.
To breathe in air more wood than
air, To walk upon the snoring chest Of senescent, bearded forests,
Just as the springtime snorts
awake, Requires a will to walk through
March As through the halls of catholic
shame.
When days are drenched in
citrus-cream, And sour sunlight turns the milk Of winter, all the world will
buzz
In wasp-like tingles of tradition. No other countenance would dare Accuse like spring’s dogmatic stare. © 2017 VennelaMargameAuthor's Note
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Added on February 26, 2013Last Updated on April 23, 2017 Tags: Hiking nature outdoors Catskills AuthorVennelaMargameNYAboutI want to apologize to any friends on here for how long I've been delinquent. I need to get back on here, clear my backlog of read requests and get writing again. Best wishes all. more..Writing
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