POEMS: SOULSCOPE
Soul Scope
As a slight sun
Squinted through the drowse
And shutters of night,
I caught this morning
Mother Earth stirring
In four polestarred bed.
The wind sighed,
Ruffling the tree tressed crest;
Plucked fingers of leaf
Tingling the supine mountain
Spine rigid.
Downslaughted the slanting sultry
Husbanding rain
Seeds on the taut sleek earth, seeping
Pores, seeking
Hollows, sounding
Bottomless wells, replenishing
Hidden springs
Of ecstasy, in her transport
Conscious only of unwinding currents.
Oblivious of their source.
Swollen sun
Streams slivered
Over the quenched relaxed
Earth, releasing
Mist waves to recharge
The proud glowing strutting marshalling heavens.
Stanley French