The Beauty of this World

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The beauty of this world
Does not lie in the eyes
Of the beholder, it does not need
Your approval nor your love,
It exists entirely on its own.

The beauty of this world
does not need a savior,
Nor a soldier,
It is your caretaker, your
Preserver, your knight.

The beauty of this world
Is not given like a child,
Unconditionally and innocent,
It will, with sovereign superiority,
Expel its entire litter into solitary
Extinction in a game of survival.

The beauty of this world
Is not kind nor boastful
It gives unselfishly, conditionally
And punishes mercilessly.

The beauty of this world
Is not given to you nor me
To delight in, it is you, it is we
Who are the gift and the slaves of
This world’s irrevocable beauty.

To sleep secure in violet crowns

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Every leaf has its throne,
In gold and blood a daring sun,
To sleep secure in violet crowns
And blow on storms with cotton-grass.
To gather birches in heavy clouds
And wither wings by moonlight’s guard
So peaks can dim and seize the snow
And draw their lines on greying stone.

* For more Nature Poems, click here: https://talesfromthefairies.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/pans-flute/

I have a hunger for the woods

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I have a hunger for the woods
For green things and soft steps,
To drag behind shadows of rabbits
And listen to the lightening
Mocking my industrialized thoughts.

I have a hunger for the woods
For feathered spring-licked hearts
And brittle nests sealed by faith,
To walk in darkness too black for travel
And weave in and out of dreams
And consciousness.

I have a hunger for the woods
For murky sunlight and white mists
Eating greedily away from our existence,
To be reborn in the harkening of myths
and played out differently in another life.

* To read more of my “woodsy poems” click here https://talesfromthefairies.wordpress.com/2016/09/29/the-fairy-prince-and-i/