Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Gold is Nature’s Final Hue

Roads here are on berms to check
flood water, and I’m looking back
at a vast openness while waiting
for my wife to return by van. 
I’m far enough away that it’s
hard to make out the man lighting
a line of fires in the distance to clear
a rice field.  It’s dusk and a high,
slate black cloud to the south is
like a cliff pinching the man
and his fires to a barely seen
line of trees.  Anticipation hangs
in the air.  The lusty fires blaze
with the color of pure gold.

FG 25 October 2012

All rights reserved by the author Forrest Greenwood.

Frost was wrong.  Gold is not nature’s first hue, it is her last.  Love like youth is wasted on the young, no?  Weather here is not quite drop-dead beautiful, but she clutching her bosom crying, “I’m coming sweetie.  This is the big one.”