After Coleridge & Wordsworth
I love the quiet of early mornings
The birds starting to move about
These breathless days of late Autumn
Clearly Winter’s already begun
I think of Coleridge & Wordsworth
Thrills of pleasure amongst the local creatures
It can’t help but thrill you & give you pause
For the wretched state of man made by man
The beauty of life
Outside the song of a solo shrike
Again the trees are still, so still
As if I am merely an observer in a bigger story
Than the absorbed affairs of the powerful
Nothing new in it, this was observed centuries ago
Still the beauty of a new country day
& the thrill of living nature
But still the refrain, echoes in the brain
What man has made of man
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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