VISUAL POETRY • Dirge in Woods -George Meredith


A wind sways the pines and below Not a breath of wild air Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there The pine tree drops it’s dead They are quiet as under the sea Overhead overhead Rushes life in a race As the clouds the clouds chase And we go And we drop like the fruits of the tree Even we even so

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