Anyway, since I do seem to be stuck in a phase of writing short poems about Nature and its various scenes and faces, I offer today a poem that I started a few years ago that was inspired by a hike that Kellie and I took from Gunner Pool to Barkshed back in January of 2020. I had never returned to the poem since then, but I looked at the picture posted above a few days ago, found the poem, and finished it in a about an hour. I revised it just now before posting it. Kellie said, when she read it, that it is "a quintessential Michael Thomas poem." I suppose there are worse things to be known for than writing little nature poems, songs, and scenes in formal and informal rhythmic verse. Of course, I don't think that I am known for it, really. So...I guess it is nice to know that I have a quintessence. Hooray for quintessence! Read the poem aloud and feel the coolness of it. Enjoy!
Order in Motion
The wind washes over a stone-strewn hill,
Chasing shadows through slender swaying pines,
Kicking up whispers in crackly brown leaves,
And whistling across the prickly pears’ tines.
The full-needled cedar quakes in the breeze.
The leafless oak rattles, clatters, and clacks.
A disturbed spring like liquid diamonds shines,
Dispersing the peak’s eclipse stubborn blacks.
Ghostly steam rises wraith-like and dissolves
On hoary faces of gray sandstone cliffs.
A cheeky chipmunk wonders what’s about,
So she peeks out and snatches a few sniffs.
In this windswept forest, stippled and striped,
Infused with a solar resurrection,
Only I and the stones seem to be still
Or to move without any direction.
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