By Design

nature as subject sure gets the words flowing
and this poet never knows where they are going
there are sunsets and weather and trees with their birds
echoes from mountains and deer in their herds
glorious flowers that ring in the spring
a floating moon tugging on most everything
the crashing sea waves — well you get the point
nature is crowned as the pinnacle joint
but I see past this surface and it is there that I find
the gray foggy silence that is the sublime
it is there that the mystery of mysteries begins
and there that the poets will unfurl their wings
to raise every question and describe every balance
and find that the soul is but nature’s resemblance

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