POETRY

 

The Rhythm in Nature

Young leaves dance gracefully in unison,
Contained by sultry beats of craftfull wind.
Moods sway and wane with every lively change
In melody, idle feet become prey
To the fury of fearless red-hot swing.

When the last chorus plays, worn out leaves make
Like a setting sun, leaving center stage
Smothered, a cluttered heap. Forgotten
With last weeks news, new buds replace those who
Knew past summer heat and late-night cramped feet.

- Edwin Davison

Edwin loves to attend free literary events around town and on air. His favorite poet is Mary Oliver, and he cannot resist fruit smoothies. Edwin likes peace and solitude. Just the facts, Man.