The laughter of brook
scrambling over brambles
through the brush of wood in morning –
Cool to touch,
with dew and dark,
blinking at the sun
As fingertips run over,
it does not splinter.
Its bare flesh against the winter pale
blinding in the dawn-light
Pristine at sunrise
Innocence still kept
harbored in its hollows
I can smell you,
dare not press you to my lips,
a whisper stead of kiss,
a promise –
Keep me tender
’til summer heat will dry your skin
and crisp beneath the autumn wither
when Earth takes back
her endless minutes,
fills the winter air
the sound of laughter
This poem is written in two columns. You may read it in two ways:
1. The first column, from top to bottom, followed by the second column, from top to bottom.
2. Horizontally, reading both the first and second column continuously.
I understand this is not a proper “Square Stanza” and I am no Lewis Carroll
but I still did something pretty fucking cool.
So here you have, “Nature Poem” (click picture to expand):