T.S. ELIOT

In meadows bathed in golden hue,
Where verdant blooms and grasses grew,
The creatures wander, their steps unfurled,
Within nature’s expanse, an enigmatic world.

Bees and butterflies, a ballet they weave,
Sipping nectar from blossoms, moments sieved,
Melodies of birds, ethereal and grand,
While tranquil deer graze, a tranquil band.

Within this tapestry, love finds its place,
As creatures entwine, hearts interlace,
They court and sway, their voices aflame,
In nature’s embrace, a whispered claim.

A dance of meaning in each line,
As time unfolds, and thoughts align.

In meadows’ golden tapestry,
He ponders life’s complexity,
The creatures’ presence, a fleeting grace,
Within nature’s intricate embrace.

Bees and butterflies, elusive souls,
Symbols of transience, as life unfolds,
Avian melodies, a sacred choir,
Resonating with the poet’s desire.

And there, the tranquil deer so still,
A symbol of peace, a poet’s thrill,
In their serene gaze, wisdom deep,
T.S. Eliot’s words take a sweeping leap.

For within this splendor, love’s sweet call,
Eliot’s verse captures the rise and fall,
The courtship dance, the joyous song,
In nature’s symphony, where echoes throng.

Oh, T.S. Eliot, with pen in hand,
Unveiling truths, like shifting sand,
In nature’s realm, he finds his voice,
Expressing depths, where souls rejoice.

So let us read, and let us delve,
Into T.S. Eliot’s poetic spell,
For in his words, we find our own,
Nature’s essence, elegantly shown.

:: 07.13.2023 ::