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Komorebi
i Trees
A kaleidoscope cathedral rustling,
hustling life-light into every thinning limb.
Earth-emblems embalming every rogue
marauding cell in resin. Violent poppies
dripping blood-petals on never-ending war.
Wood knots are eyes, never closing. They must close
or shed tears against sear of sunlight, the coffin of night,
as tree-pillars confine, toughening with time to bar the light.
ii Escape
A prison break of glints and tints
yearning to move above and beyond;
the body sinking to soil as the soul absconds
to slip like a wraith through bark-bars of shade
and glide through glade; the woodland warm in its cloak of oaks.
A liberating light show shifting through sparking trees
and the filtering light waltzing with whirling leaves
performing a forest floorshow that frees with ease.
iii Sun
Lifting from ground into lilting light
and a choir of cricket sounds; sprites of sunlight
dancing and darting through leaves lasered by rays;
lifted above and beyond into spark-gilded haze...
A sun-stippled urn that's destined to burn,
pain dissolving to ash in the furnace of gold.
The spectating sun splinters to a thousand little deaths,
orgasming shimmers as trees shimmy their last leafless breaths.
Copyright ©
Charlotte Puddifoot
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