I am posting this as a backlogged post to the day it was written. Presently it is November 2, 2012. It is very likely this poem was inspired by my early walks in Montgomery Woods, an old-growth coastal redwood preserve about 30 miles west of Ukiah, CA.
These Aged Pines
Amid a lush fern carpet stand perpending pillars;
Lost in the closing cover, rise impending pillars.
A constant calm hangs in the quiet shaded gloom
Beneath enshrouding shelter of attending pillars.
Ringlets firm encircle ancient seasoned hearts,
Shielded deep within the broad suspending pillars.
Silent witness to the flow of countless ages,
A subtle presence grows amid ascending pillars.
More than stately; more than magnificently made,
High up into the heavens reach transcending pillars.
Zahhar forgets a thousand woes among these giants,
A torn heart held uplifted by extending pillars.
This is my 19th ghazal.
