Ring-O-Rings

Sloping rings of metal, and dead, downwardly-stacked boles, lie stock-still –– with forged cast iron embracing Nature’s wood, in finding support from the coarse-grained surface of gray, load-bearing posts and planks, sporting cinnabar streaks, and arranged, with unlit interstices. Beneath the erstwhile coarse woody debris, another world awaits. There, varicolored pebbles, polychromatic foliage, chunks of redwood bark, and serpentine twigs bask, aground, in the windy tranquility at the hilly flank of Koret Way, shy of the nearby forest, bereft, no longer, of surrender. In the background, a dark soil layer, with loose and outwardly lifeless humus, nourishes a handful of shrubs, verdant and hale, in sunlit quietness.