The goddess of the fallen woods
Wood nymph of forgotten dreams
Lay carelessly with the fallen, lie
Carelessly upon the leaves. Rest easy
With the beauty of the season sigh
With the gasp of a Queen, upon the
Bare yet sturdy trunk of autumns
Naked tree, You beckon and I see
Beauty in all that passes, there is but
One moment in which you’re free, And I
Impart such feeble words, to endeavor
How you gleam, amidst the leaves and
Red orange land, with all the gold which
Lay sunk within the sea. I wonder how
One could say that falling is to ones utter
Dismay, when I could fall with thee, into
The clutter of beauty sprawled, or lean
Against the winter upon our tree.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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