Afterglow ~

Down the Bayou
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvellous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.
– Mary Ashley Townsend

12 comments on “Afterglow ~”

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Maverick ~ on August 6, 2014 at 6:04 pm said:

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Obviously, I love this one!

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Maverick ~ on August 6, 2014 at 6:05 pm said:

I took a chance pairing my photo with Mary’s wonderful poem but I was hoping that I might get an A from a bayou person. 🙂

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