Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Sitting Among Sages

To book and keep a date with trees
Is quite imperative, my dear
For they say more with bend of breeze
Than peopled mouths preach in a year

Hush; hush thy rush of ordained mist
Come, pause beneath Jehovah’s laud
Of patriarchal pacifists
Ever reaching upward to God

Put down thy weight of daily dues
Those Mores will wait; wander the wood
For soft the gate of twilight hues
Swings shut upon our 'But' and 'Should'

So, when you plan your day or week
Amidst enlisted loyalties
If you wish to hear sages speak
Then spend an afternoon with trees

© Janet Martin

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