Incommunicable Poem by DM W
Incommunicable
How can I describe
The gold, brown and red secrets
Of strange October?
For I'm only a poet
With certain gifts, yet
I lack adequate tools
To trace the teeming
Essence of things. O it seems
That perception is
Weak, and our mortal senses,
Can only provide
Hints and guesses! At times, they
Even obscure facts;
While Nature is infinite
In Her scope, and so
Rich, in Her variety.
Saturday, October 16, 2021
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