Oh-Kyung Jang, Sunset Tranquil
Haze
Elizabeth Wilson Davies
Knee deep we drift through flowering grasses foaming
over a path no one has walked for months, save us,
silky clouds of pollen rise recklessly
heady perfumes settle on our bodies, the sun stupefies,
we walk through the dense bracken stands,
thickets quiver as humidity rises in waves
and slows down life, I can hardly breathe
in such sultry air, and half close my eyes
to glimpse pearl-bordered fritillaries
so rare in these parts perhaps
I’ve slipped over into sleep,
we rest on the bed of fronds
and ticks bite unnoticed
spores fill our lungs
and we fall
silent
Elizabeth Wilson Davies
Knee deep we drift through flowering grasses foaming
over a path no one has walked for months, save us,
silky clouds of pollen rise recklessly
heady perfumes settle on our bodies, the sun stupefies,
we walk through the dense bracken stands,
thickets quiver as humidity rises in waves
and slows down life, I can hardly breathe
in such sultry air, and half close my eyes
to glimpse pearl-bordered fritillaries
so rare in these parts perhaps
I’ve slipped over into sleep,
we rest on the bed of fronds
and ticks bite unnoticed
spores fill our lungs
and we fall
silent