Among the Pines

Among the pines,

needle-tipped towers

scraping the sky,

I find symbiotic solace

in the enormity of solitude

 

Footfalls are feathers

against the forest floor,

for as I walk, my presence

is blotted away by sunshine

and summer squalls

 

Opposite the weeping river

I cross into confinement,

a clapboard court where

I am no longer a queen,

but a courtesan of the mundane

 

Gravel roads give way

to hedges and highways,

harbingers of sprawl

that slowly sedate the senses--

but I remember…

 

I summon in my mind

the path back to clarity,

here--where the water and wind,

the timber and the texture,

transport me to tranquility

Reviews

[cest la vie]

What a beautiful, softly written piece..
After a hard day at work, this was the perfect read.

Nicely done my friend!!

[Poetic Beauty]

For some reason this poem reminds me of Bridge to Terabitha. It is great in it's description of the forest that you are emerging from back to the highways. I love the contrast between the highway and the forest. One seem so peaceful and the other seems so hectic and busy. You have painted a truly spectacular painting before my eyes.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

This is a beautifully orchestrated piece of art. I love the portrait that you paint here of tranquility. and I love the last stanza I summon in my mind the path back to clarity................love this!!!!!! being one with nature always brings an inner peace to me also!

[Ed Hart]

you will always be a queen...

[Emily B]

I sorely needed tranquility today . . . thanks so much

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Lovely, I want to be there. I think you painted a scene in this one that brought the moment to life for me.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your use of nature as a teacher is wonderful... you paint the most beautiful scene that the black and white print turns to color in my mind.