The Cottage Rows
The trees are just themselves,
Green and decisive,
And they have absolutely
Nothing to say.
The child walks beneath them
Following the line of shadows
With his hand.
No one can explain to him
How the trees change colors
Without being angry or sad,
How sap circulates through their bodies
And is transmuted into delicate
Drops of gold.
Those lush sentinels
Devoid of any ego or “I”
Are all it takes
To strike the heart with silence.
How then to tell him
That such miracles
Simply happen?
That the apples
Filling with sweetness
Are a plain and living truth?
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Chiron Review, Pretty Owl Poetry, El Portal, Phantom Drift, Common Ground Review,The Hamilton Stone Review, Kaaterskill Basin Literary Journal and Gravel.
His chapbook, In The House Magisterial, will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2018. Visit him at www.sethjani.com.
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