The Hidden Path

A small road, untouched by human hands, 

Unveiled only to those who truly see, 

A lane for butterflies and buzzing bees, 

Their secret journey through nature's tapestry.

If it leads somewhere, who can really say? 

I just sigh, knowing its end’s beyond reach, 

This unseen path, no ride will take me there, 

A wanderer’s thoroughfare, always calling me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are NOT enough of those small roads left...too much humanness intruding with our structures going up every second.

I long for those unseen paths like I used to trek in Vermont in my youth.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

You’ve gotten around much in your time, j! Things have changed so much and continue to change that ‘magical’ pleases have all been disappearing… Now poetry remains to immortalise. Thanks for the drop in 🙏🏻