Warmth

by Roy K Austin
(England)

After the winter gloom, through spring
that feeling of well - being
to be bathed again in summer ;
by a lake , sleepy, reflecting blue sky,
a tired jetty's wooden legs
waving down through cool water,
and the odd, ripple of fish
surfacing for may - fly,
and in the distant trees again
the hidden cuckoo, sounding ;
that soft buzz that flickers by
of damsel and dragon - fly,
to pluck a bent shoot of green grass
pondering the absurd, the thought
that all these elemental things
are not divinely caused or wrought,
and have not converged with time
to feed and please my soul.
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From Towards Atman

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