What fog is this
Slowly lifting
That cast mystical spell
O’er beams of light
that
Awaken?
On Orchid petal
Softly flutter
Though,
rolling thunder
still beckons
The earth
Spills forth all its bounty
As fleet of foot
humbly bow
to Nature’s awesome
majesty
to Nature’s awesome
majesty
Julian Ayrs
The Awakening
Collection of Poetry
(San Francisco)
2010
