The Rhythm In The Woods - Ruissalo, Turku Poem by N.K. Trevor

The sudden rush of the sea bred winds roar
Over my head as they maneuver in stealth
Through the parallel cone hats of the pinus woods
For hours, they have been pushing each tree top
Against the other;
And not exactly meeting in the joy of that masquerade

Their trunks, swaying in a circular dance to embrace,
The silent symphony flowing through the woods
Meet the absorbed eyes of the lonely watcher,
Walking through the woods…
The pattern goes on; occasionally breaking -
To wait for the surging cumulate fist punch of the wind
The pause is long and dense with brim of anticipation…

Shhhhh… LISTEN!
Listen to the sound of the looming sea wind
As they gather from a distance in clandestine
Listen as they carefully plot the for surprise-
The gossip; in rustling whispers, mists through
The narrow unsymmetrical corridors -
And foot paths of the silent forest…

Then with a sudden rush,
They once again, ambush the anticipating woods
The branches tweak and the dry trunks squeak
And the aftermath laughter of the wind passing by;
Chants through the woods with the whistling of the pine
Accompanied by the falling of the small dry branches
And the last of the dried leaves…

And as the patterned ballet shifts through the woods
The smell of decaying leaves and cones trails it…
The feeling left un-dragged is distinct and primeval
Such is reflected with imagination on the canvas of my mind
A sketch of withered trees, the rough bark of pines
The crusty lichens growing on the deserted rocks and;
The scattered patches of soggy marshy grounds covered with
Dump cushions of liverworts and wild undisturbed ferns…