Poetry By
James Hutchings
Published on: 2/10/2014
A Cool and Green and Downward-Sloping Path
A cool and green and downward-sloping path invited me to walk. I never asked if sly and secret mute malicious wrath lay leering under shady sheltering mask. How restful ran the plunging path, how soon came time to trudge the high and homeward way. The still, serene and slumbering air of noon blew bitter with the dying of the day. The towering trees that broke the burning beams and stopped the sun as spear is stopped by shield were courtiers whose cold and cruel schemes were early laid and all too late revealed. How quick and cool the downward path and then how hard and slow the struggle home again.
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