What we presume is true we have no doubt.
It lies in shadows where it tends to be
Hidden from inspection, not found out.
Beliefs are more like leaves upon a tree.
Light shines and they are prettier to see.
What underlies them, on the other hand,
Stays hidden like the ground on which we stand.
Text: I am linking this to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting and the form is Chaucerian stanza or rime royale: seven lines rhyming ababbcc. You are welcome to join us writing a poem in this form.
Photos: “Trees in the Harvest Moon’s Sun”, above, and “Deeper Autumn”, below, by the author.
This final pose is what I’m waiting for.
The stillness I can give, I can receive.
A song to oceans takes me to their shores
Where waves of freedom soothe me to believe.
While reason’s tracks and shadows yearn for more
The heart will tell me what I should achieve.
Today is one more opportunity
To breathe in gifts the winds bring from the sea.
As a shadow moves it leaves little behind except a slightly cooler temperature that lasts briefly, but it will be back.
I enter Chipilly Woods looking for trees and finding their sharp shadows crossing the trail. I see the muddied path ahead from recent spring rains and so I turn back. I don’t mind the wetness but by returning now I would leave no more than a faint footprint behind.
footprints on the path water filters through spring soil shadows turn with day
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Toni Spencer with the theme of “The Shadow Knows”.
Linked also to NaPoWriMo2017 Day 3. My Day 2 poem was a limerick posted yesterday on Madeleine Begun Kane’s Limerick-Off.
Photo: “Shadows and Footprints” by the author.