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I was here, yet I was there
in a windswept green with
the Northern wind words.
Lost in the deep green, the
moss, and the beginning of
snow falling upon my face.
Lucid dreaming of a dreamed
up land coming to life, the
world around me loses form.
There and here.
I wish for nature to invade my brain
take me from the concrete and steel
show me the end and the beginning
tell me a story about the young sea
stay close to me and guide my heart
teach me about the ancient old ones
sing the language of the trees to me
I wish for nature to tell me her stories
I work from home alone.
I raise my eyes to the window,
and
look out towards the hills, cows.
Magpies snap up worms from our lawn.
At lunch, I stand in thongs and a coat,
watching everything between heaven and Earth.
The wind wails of Winter, yet it is Summer.
Autumn left as Winter dawns,
yet a calm intensity begins.
Linger it does within the hues,
as pink takes blue to indigo.
Crisp longings linger within,
yet the calm sea calls to me.
An urbanised prodigy.
While playing the violin, his teacher said, “You need to understand nature for this piece”.
Baffled, he said, “I don’t understand”.
The teacher said, “You hold wood and shellac; you touch horse hair and resin. Is this not part of nature?
“I guess”.
we walk in the mist,
we walk in the cold
you talk about nothing,
I talk about everything
we arrive at a warm fire
we arrive at a hot stew
you set the table,
I pour the champagne
and
then
the ice wine
The fog gathers, caressing the trees;
The trees see their reflection on the surface;
The lake’s surface is their mirror.
The mirror reveals what the trees want to see;
The fog clouds their judgement;
The lake plays games with the wise old trees.
Almost part of the sky,
as the embrace of solace eases the sadness.
You will be sitting at home reading or playing a game,
yet you’re not now.
Now you’re just ash,
and I am now alone.
Beyond the mist,
another world.
Here and now,
still in this place.
Viewing the scene,
distorted reflections.
Trees on the surface,
watery reflections.
Deceptively calm,
hidden from sight.
Another world waits;
the mirror ripples.
A mysterious fog
hangs about
the fabled woods.
Sitting still on
the surface
watching the water.
Listening to the
calm sounds
of the lake song.
C & K 