Sunday, 4 September 2011

We Cannot Read

(By Sil, Halens, Sweden, the 18th of August, 2011)

God’s summer cottage
Is ablaze this evening
Clouds kiss their impressions
On rusted water
Beauty delivered at high voltage
Mushrooms blister in the shadow
So much to harvest
Torn leaves from the
Book of nature
Lie now scattered in the meadow
And we cannot read
These woods have long been deserted
By fairies and dwarves
For under Sense’s
Monkish robe
One cannot dress Spirit
In bright silk scarves

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