poetry (not mine)

Cold Front - by Pavel Chichikov

Phosphorescent floating buffalo.
Flanks of livid platinum, silver bellies
Dazzling the eyes turned up to see them,
Grazing eastward in migration

Trees whip round their red and yellow thatch,
Supple necks, their knuckled trunks
Twist and bow, these falling forests
Underneath the stamping northern winds

Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees


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I love that last stanza:

Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees

I could read that over and over:

Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees
Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees
Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees
Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees
Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees
Silent winds except for these
Gold ecstatic roaring trees

Iambic... heptameter? Iambic heptameter is cool. :)

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