Observance

Another one of those nature poems.

What can we say to her slipping between trees

so she will not turn and run?

Will we half turn our heads like half moons

and pretend to stare into infinity

or until the highway chokes to rendered line

and us, with eyes following like moons

until we rise, rise and float over the horizon

hoping for invisibility, insignificant as balloons

to float and look, look and float in secrecy

at dappled beauty with no need for highways

no need for lines except crisscrosses of sunshine

which are the shadows of whispering trees

even as we try to hide behind moonrise

and turn shyly into quiet observant lines

the dappled hoof, head, moon, eyes, turns, runs

warned by the trees�"she knows we see.

Author's Note

This one I am still working on, so critiques are welcome!

Reviews

[TheNonConformist]

Elegant. Very elegant.
My favorite part was the verse "Will we turn over our heads like half moons"

[mhaie]

It's nice.

[Firestone Feinberg]

I think it's beautiful. Thank you. David