After the Woods

by Robert A. Davies / April 15th, 2018

In the woods as Spring is just released
from Winter’s cold and wet
I come across a faun lily
before its petals unfold
its leaves dappled as the young deer —
that I discovered myself standing next to,
a vision wild and delicate —
and for a moment I am struck
that such innocence exists!
but from these woods I must turn,
to the wasteland I live in where oligarch rage,
bringing with my old self another:
a deep forest, rivers of blood and nerves.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: rjdavies3@comcast.net. Read other articles by Robert A..

This article was posted on Sunday, April 15th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.