Poem: Paradise (please comment)

Feet hidden in autumn leaves,

suddenly paradise.

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Quiet and calm,

the light soft,

lighting a maple’s golden crown.

Trees, small plants and mosses

filled my vision all around

as earthly fragrance filled the air.

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Yet thoughts were sharp.

“I’m in my wood

at the place where yellow poppies bloom.

Paradise, a rare coincidence

of space and time,

cold fusion in the inner world.”

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I am reminded

of autumn in the Tatra,

when,

The Narrow Path

through rowans and birches

paused,

and turned

to face deep wooded valleys

and snowy peaks.

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And on that magic rocky ledge,

We shared our joy,

a butterfly and I.