THE CATSKILLS SERIES

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

1

secret messages

in the embers

of the night fire-

only the

crackling

of wood sparks

and the trees

watching me

watching the fire-

the blue at the heart of the flames-

all is quiet

HEAR the silence-

listen to the music

of night mountains.

Say nothing

hear everything…

 

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2

golden morning light

lime green tunnel

of shining trees,

a burbling stream

runs through it-

no one but me

nothing but this moment,

the here and now

myself

incomplete

surrounded by life

and the living-

tiny worlds

exist

all around me,

so much more real

than the artificial worlds

we create for ourselves everyday.

This primeval wood

everchanging

and yet always the same,

since time immemorial,

rock formations like

ancient ruined temples.

Nothing but the sound

of the flowing waters

drowning

all that is wrong with the world

and giving green life to all things,

returning me to the source,

the meaning…

so elusive,

yet, right there

in front of us…

the river rolls

the river rolls on and on

singing her eternal song,

immortal

in her timeless beauty,

and I travel with her

deeper

INTO THE HEART OF THE FOREST…

 

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3

Twilight

purple shadows

a glowing sky

a profound moment,

a limbo betwixt day and night,

an introduction,

if you will,

to the darkness that follows.

 

 

Whispering trees

silhouetted

black against the fading light,

surrounding me,

skeletal sentinels

frogs croaking in the forest

distant calls

of unseen creatures

and birds flying

on a silent night wind

through indigo skies.

Fireflies

graveyard silence…

night wraps herself

around the day

like a velvet glove

and a deep quiet descends

upon the world

in a veil of black.

 

 

The mysteries

lie beyond the rim

of a cobalt blue horizon,

the mystery and wonder

of new days to come

and old ones gone forever…

 

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4

Quiet night- quiet stars

The Catskills…

haunted midnight

nothing

but howling trees

in the darkness…

a forest alive

watching the grass…

watching me

alone

under a mist

lightly falling

on a billion leaves

talking in the night.

 

 

It stops.

 

 

Palpable silence…

secret languages

cryptic hoot of the owl

as he flies across a

crescent moon.

The stars present us

with many questions

and perhaps,

if one is lucky,

a few answers as well…

 

 

a cool night wind

rustles the trees

and speaks to me

and then all is still…

 

 

I am left with only myself,

which should suffice…

 

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5

Dragonflies circling

erratically

in gossamer strands

of morning sunshine-

shafts of light

like daggers

wavering

through

jagged tree branches-

birds singing

whispering grass

the hum of insects

the silence of nothingness

the harmony of silence

the nothingness

that means everything.

 

 

A song we could never write

but only try to understand,

a piece of the eternity

that many try to capture

but few succeed…

a tangible slice of

timelessness

forever caught in the amber

of this morning stillness…

I wait            I listen

something in the air

atoms   molecules   quarks

whirling orbs

of

uncertain dimensions

spinning

>cryptic symbols<

messages flashing

behind my closed eyelids…

I melt into my surroundings,

answers come with the rustling leaves.

 

 

There are mysteries here

that may not yet be revealed…

 

 

THB3

 

 

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