Anno Mundi - Writers Block Poetry Contest Week 2

                I come upon this place
        by means of roads long forgotten,
a once street now overgrown with revolution
        in asseveration to an older God.

                Roots slither and hiss
from fissured cracks in sun stained asphalt,
        the bent forms of worshiping trees
        congregate in secluded cloisters,
                praise the slivers of light
                that line their forms.

                Abeyant and consigned,
        even the winds are reluctant
intruders to the sacred stillness.

Lethe touches of coarse undergrowth
                ink masterpieces,
        dew and refracted lights
bathe my stripped feet and ankles,
                carve canyons -
leave their impressions upon mine
        as I have left upon theirs.

        Graceless, I trample the nesting wasp,
tuck him in his self-built casket of canvased art
with steady hands and one sure step.

Absent any sense of awareness,
        I hum a requiem lullaby,
                as much for the wood
                        as for the journey,

        in death we find justice in life -
        no teeth to take, no eye to give -

                I come upon this place,
        surely this is the dying season.

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_{to the dawn of eternal bloomings
        and the serpent eating himself.}

_{written for The Writers' Block Poetry Contest and inspired by James Wright’s
“Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota”.}

_{cover image is Jean Baptiste Oudry's 'Mort de la nature avec tir Gear Fleurs II' and is public commons.}