This world of pre-historic scene,
the rising of the ancient sun,
and the sights of the Miocene
together made the cycles run,
from seasons never before seen,
epochs ago which yet begun.
The lungs of time and of the earth,
filled with the air's fresh oxygen,
renewed themselves with each rebirth
of nature (before early men)
when the periods of short-lived dearth
ended, so springtides may begin.
Do men perceive things heaven-sent?
And whenceforth came displays of might,
such as the miracle event
as when God said, “Let there be light!”
and then Creation's firmament
took form on the first day, and night.
Categories:
miocene, creation, earth, god, mystery,
Form: Lyric
The breath of fall, a gauzy mist exhaled,
Ascending, burthens seas of dappled gray,
From whence the weeping heart of life unveiled,
Bejewels woods in glistening display;
And there amidst the gilded alder leaves,
The hanging mossy shawls so richly green,
My soul is threaded with the verdant weaves,
Envisioning the epoch Miocene;
Then up ahead, I see my venture's end;
Across a road exists another time;
And once again, I say so long my friend;
Then sadly leave her fragile world behind.
The rip of chainsaws marks another load,
As ancient dead are carried down the road.
Categories:
miocene, nature
Form: Sonnet