Saturday, November 08, 2008

Poem: Paradise (please comment)

Feet hidden in autumn leaves,

suddenly paradise.


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.


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.”


I am reminded

of autumn in the Tatra,


The Narrow Path

through rowans and birches


and turned

to face deep wooded valleys

and snowy peaks.


And on that magic rocky ledge,

We shared our joy,

a butterfly and I.