Poem by Lily Swarn
Wilderness
Wilderness served on salvers of gleaming silver
An obstinate sun ripping the grey tresses of mercurial clouds
Sending shimmers of ripples on the chortling stream
The grim,burnt sepia branches set afire by the blushing berries
Wild grasses matted and swaying like the hair of
Gypsy mendicants and minstrels wading through savage swamps
Moss growing like hope in the crevices of the yearning earth
Trees pretending to be sentinels for the elusive damsel
Who might come and sit on the solitary bench across yonder lake
As winter strolls in with a defiant gaze
Copyright Lily Swarn 2.12.2020
I like the line, “Trees pretending to be sentinels for the elusive damsel.” Wonderful poem.