Read Me Forward and Backward
Pine
A New Poem by Joshua Kepfer
Fill my cup, nature’s need
I long so for redwoods, oak, aspen, for pine
I want to smell that fresh morning air
The glass rivers and lakes you can swim in
Plunging deep past the mirroring surfaces
Eons of history remains unchanged here
Feel the sunshine warming the dewy, green mountainside
kept afresh by falling rainwater
stored in cascading brooks and creaks
In ambience, hear natural, real music
Birds singing even above towering sequoias,
branches blown in loud, whistling winds
Hear, see, touch, here in reality.
Natural
Honest.
Be yourself. Be here.
No more, no less
No less, no more
No, here, be yourself.
Be honest, natural.
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Reality in here
Touch, see,
hear winds whistling loud in blown branches
Sequoias towering above even singing birds
Music, real, natural
Hear ambience in creaks and brooks, cascading in
stored rainwater falling by afresh
Kept mountainside green, dewy
The warming sunshine
The feel here unchanged, remains
History of eons surfaces, mirroring the past
Deep, plunging in
Swim, can you?
Lakes and rivers glass
The air morning fresh, that smell
To want, I pine for
aspen, oak, redwoods
for so long
I need nature’s cup, my fill.
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