The Suppression of Art's Flowering
Fated to fall as men of might
to vales of earth and sea and skye.
The wrath of fate to soothe and sate
as leaves blow passing by.
The Forest of Aimless Wandering
Wandering the trail of shadows
I lasted 'til the bright of day.
Before me broke a thousand paths
that led to myriad ways.
And in the midst of those august roads
stood a cyclopean tree,
of mighty girth, the pulse of life,
and rife with falling leaves.
Ascending from the mire
From this ancient forest set upon a road did I.
Over field, through vale, and moat I tread
with arms stretched toward the skye.
On my left crashed raging seas, and on my right roared fire.
Twas a narrow path traversed whilst rising from the mire.
The Art of "Falling Leaves": A treatise on nature, the stages of life,
humankind's relationship to nature, and ultimately, the quest for truth
Learn more at our national unveiling of "Falling
at The Grove Park Inn Arts & Crafts Conference,
NC. February 22-24, 2008.