The Fox And The Grove Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

The field glitter'd
Golds, unfettered greens, hidden browns between
Though I was loath to disturb that swaying hoard
That fire'y opulence, earth forged bounteous sheen
The wind tittered
Out of the reverie right then, the breeze somehow roar'd

I set out then
To emerald castle I had sought
Quickly it went, for the treasury sea
Loosed its grip on me
Like a pinioned bird set free, No longer was I caught
Then the wind was still

I reach'd the rising trees
The melody of life, was become a symphony
And as I pass'd those wooden gates
My heart rang fierce in harmony
The underbrush then flitt'd!
My heart was still, my mind racing dread fates!

The fox stood strang'ly there
N'er such rich brown eyes
Ever had I seen
So unlike mine, no hint of whys
Just knowing and serene
Long we stood breathless in wooden grove fair

N'er did that russet beast skitter
Nor did a hint of fear
Ever enter its eye
Just then I could almost hear
Some faint voice whispering, 'goodbye'
As if my ears did lie

Leaving then and returning no more to me
Vanished was the fox
Once where it had stood
Only rus'ling stalks
But shaken to the depth, I waited unto the eve
Wind tussling my locks
For it took long before I could believe
What those deep eyes, comforted inside and then my heart made free!