Perfection
In light’s revelation,
In the leaves’
Dying pyre,
In their fall
To the sodden ground
Or in the river’s
Swift transition.
Perfection
In the tree trunk,
In its conforming shape
Wound around
The order of being:
Beauty in naturalness
And spontaneities arrival
In art’s perfect work.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
© image Ann Truesdale, 2015
Winter jasmine
Impossible on the branch,
Juxtaposes against
The season’s hour,
Flowers in contrast
And yellow distinction.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
First frost
Withers foliage,
Yet a few hardy flowers
Persevere,
Blooming ragged
And defiant
In time’s cool withdrawal.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
Like a water droplet
It buds, bulges
And balloons.
But unlike the split
And silver rivulet
Dashed to multiples
The bud
Breaks its silence,
Stands tall
And reveals.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
In near dusk
Ultra violet
Glows
As new purple
Sheen.
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A chance
Late flower
Matures
Even while
All around
Become wearisome.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
All are called
By the clock
To conform
To the great weight
Of pendulum earth
Oscillating
In the deep groove
Of the universe.
But we’re still offered
A second or two’s grace
To find
Our own pulse
In time’s
Unwinding.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
The wider blur
Of the near world
Is unimportant.
Only the vibration
Of prey, felt in quiver
Of struggle and entanglement
Is scope enough
For the leg
Intent on the sensory line.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
As life
Is called to the root
And winter’s closet,
To sleep
In earthen cloak
And fold
All that was fine summery
And light green
Is made russet
And tinged gold
In withdrawing chromatography.
The once plump
Is made papery
And freckled
With age,
And transition
Is fading display
Of the bold
Brought
To its beautiful knees.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
Red throat invitation
To late harvest.
Autumnal fade
To sun stretched yellow.
Leaves freckled
And close
To golden
Old age
And the thin skinned
Invisibility
Before crisp release
And disappearance.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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