Imagism again

This is another poem in the imagism genre. I attempted to try a style similar to T.S. Eliot; a series of images with some cultural allusions. My images focus mainly on one object in several stages and the cultural allusions are all religious.


Sylvan Journey

Apollo smiles after a long depression,
The seedling reaches and embraces him.
Angels weep with joy,
Their happiness bolsters the youth.
The emerald leaves become a ballet troupe,
Dancing rhythmically in the gale.
Elegantly, the branches twist, turn,
Into a bundle of boundless beauty.
Apollo feels a stab of sorrow.
Emerald leaves fall into a polychromatic slumber.
Withering, spinning, falling to the ground,
The clothing is shed.
Naked, alone, vulnerable.
Zeus makes himself heard,
The branches part in tears.
Azrael extends his greeting,
And it is accepted.