a darkly dissent
a devisive desire
a certain unwillingness
wouldest we tire
its a late March affair
and there’s frost in the air
the Beech strong and haunting
reluctant it seems
to offer a joyous smile
to many dreams
that fly from the psyche
in stanza’s of prose
where have all the birds gone
nobody knows
a vile wind is blowing
the leaves twist and turn
some gothic painting
I guess i now learn
a resilient darkness
illogicalness
an incongruous wisdom
born out of stress
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.