A Kings Gathering
....and just as this morning comes in freshness rising over the land, what will my day be likened to when all my days are done, and where comes now this cup of tea with heady romantic after-thoughts, while in my bosom the knarly hands of fate have sealed my day….
—-i am the breathe of subtile golden delight,
that wings it’s way over fields that are coming awake,
and in my soul there still sours the after-taste of blight,
which had caught me unarmed as one coming from their own wake….
—-the forest below is still shaking off the last dregs of night,
as with all in one accord the trees now lift their hands,
and soon the branches will bear leaves of pleasing sight,
as i pass my way through the ether that knows no rote of restrictive time bands….
....these woods have granted my spirit a new beginning,
and in the justice of morning’s un-clenched teeth,
i grasp at grace and know that she all-ways comes up grinning,
so with reckoned heart of ageless desire i laugh again at all that lies beneath….
....mornings dawn, is where the kings gather....
I took this photo at our cabin above the main house and as I was looking, I thought of the work yet to be done this summer….
Ivan Turgenev, the Russian writer has said in one of his books; ‘Fathers and Sons’; “A picture shows me at a glance what it takes dozens of pages of a book to expound.” So with that thought I say to myself….after all the expounder’s have exhausted their expouning, lets grab a chainsaw and go to work….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/