Down to the Earth

                                    Down to the Earth

The Maple tree's winged seeds
twirl and float , frolic
down to the earth ...
alighting atop dandylion float seed's
shallow grave
beneath waning scarlet orange traces ,
moss enslaved mushrooms
earth's winter blanket

Crispy oak leaves
glide ... waft ... liltingly
towards other distant horizons ;
adrift like silver dollar
sized snow flakes ,
dusting branches
skiff of golden sorrow ,
down to the earth ...

Laying where spring
buttercups bloomed ,
coyote eyes yellow ,
Spring's blue moon once graced ;
looking up and beyond ,
feeling as a strewn seed engendered ,
veiled by Autumn's
organic spawning redds

I'm down to the earth ... 

© Harlon Rivers ...2013

Season’s great puzzle

The spirit of the ancient tree

pondered the great puzzle

A simple twist of fate

moves the bedrock

these tap roots grasp

These deep roots claw

when trunk sways instinct

Branches reach out

beyond their golden arm’s length

Wind whips wildly astir

in ether eddy’s high places

Grey clouds veil allusions

of misunderstood alchemy

Caught out in the rain

once again a lucid aberration 

The tree cannot become

igneous basaltic lava it clutches

Nor can it run from fire

for it fears not the flaming glow 
of the Autumn woods

The trunk rises above embedded roots

like metamorphic rock

Quietly cogitating release ,

its fickle lucent gypsy leaves

chasing the blustery wind ;

contemplating the great

puzzle unfolding before its being

Changing season’s shelter

prevailing wind undresses ,

naked to the world again

left as found 
yet another wooden ring ...

Did another unbroken circle mean anything ?

©  Harlon Rivers ...  October 10th , 2013

Authors notes:

We cannot run from who we are ...
All I was searching for was  me ...

Deep Prevailing Currents

Deep Prevailing Currents

Writing is a journey into the unknown ,
perhaps too much was already said …
Fighting gravity feels like resisting indifference ,
knowing you will tire from the weight of the load

Adaptation is proof and process

almost like running away,

ebb unto flow only to dissipate,

blending away into the vast distant horizon

Vestige carried out into a sea of abstraction

by gravity’s tidal pull,

as if intentionally slipping out

of some moment's threshold untold

Blue rivers keep right on rollin' ,

evanesce the pulsing cadence adrift , all at sea ,
where all Rivers suffuse with vast oceans ,

eternally free ;

swept away,

drifting unanchored ,
with prevailing seasonal currents

gravitational flow

Wash me in the cleansing balm all at sea ,
drifting back to where it started ..
For all one knows there is not that much that changes ,
perhaps we just repeat …

© 2013 … Harlon Rivers