Through the Forest Preserve

There’s more than I could ever see.
This gush of generosity
Presents abundance where no wall
Could block receiving all that’s free.

Trees have finished winter’s fall.
They stand magnificently tall.
We breathe together patiently
Through One whose arms embraces all.


Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.  Grace is hosting.  The form of my poem is a variation on the rubaiyat using iambic tetrameter rather than pentameter and patterned on Robert Frost’s “STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING” featured some years ago on dVerse but with half of the number of lines.

Photos: “Pond”, above, “Open Space with Geese”, below.

Open Space with Geese

Dualism

How does the one turn into two?
The many into one?
The background is a perfect blue,
The kind that one can see right through,
When one and two are done.