Owl's Eyes

1.
Pink blossoms of cherry have come
under the vivid sun of spring,
whose gentle rays fall eagerly
to kiss new volery of wings.

But the green bosom of earth is void,
and vista still like a painting,
though walt limbs wallop in parks,
empty vessels are screaming.

The winds from the shore is clean,
So, waning ice caps are unseen.


2.
Leaves of the oak tree have shed,
among thick fog in gelid dark,
when breezes are blowing eagerly from poles,
freezing lucid streams and yellow barks.

All hard vessels are filled and warm,
yet buzzing like a swarm of bees
as humans chide their own spirits,
for winter nights are gift of their deeds.

Our conscience has big owl's eyes,
only apt for crimson skies.

Aryesh
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/08/2020

Poet's note: Human beings have owl's eyes in the seat of their conscience which only see and realize in th dark. First vessels is the internal of earth that is empty because of human misdeeds and screaming. Second vessel is the homes of people that are filled in cold season yet the noise is present.
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