Kisses on Peaceful Paths

Deep among the verdant conifers,
flecks of sunlight
flash from limber leaf to branch;
a woodchuck eyes my passing from carpet clover.
Fans of winter’s thought hang
like living sighs
for cyclists and good people afoot.
Along the stony creek
her arms encourage temperature to sleep.
Parallel the nine to five, this is oasis
set among the urgency that announces progress;
this park calls to the weary and the wanting,
its power leafing daily pages.
An aria impeccably sung,
a pedestal of tranquil embarkation
where even anger must loosen its Windsor knot.
Here, metal yields to wood-chip,
and motors give way to
the scurry of squirrel on bric-a-brac brown.
Soon, like granite facades
pressing against your cheekbone,
the torque and bombast of city extorts itself;
yet, even though temporary,
that which is green and leafy and fresh
with rounded stone
and thickset roots characterizing the earth,
yanks the plug that is our haste.
This is region renaissance, where the race of rats
kneels down to the nesting of wrens.

[Free Verse] (Lines: 29)
Writer's Cramp; November 2, 2011