A Walk-In Solitude

A walk-in solitude, putting one foot
over the other, stepping over roots
to listen to the flutes of nature lutes
and silent subtle shift that are afoot.

Away from mental incessant chatter,
solace for the fractious mind. A matter
of time, a sense of elation scatter
and the will to feel the fatigue shatter.

A shaded path tucked away in slumber 
in surrounding walls of dark and umber
trees, woody vines, shrubs, and beast that lumber
a realm of nirvana in poised wonder.

Sitting on the ashen limbs and trendless
full of sculptured green, wood thrush nest, restless.
In air a reward glimmer of breathless
hope in a grove of balm doth shine zestless.

Treading determinedly upward, the tree
sunshade is thinning, revealing a sea
of cadet blue sky, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.


Copyright © Eve Roper  7/29/2018
 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

In troubled times we need the natural environment more, as a way to escape. Your stanzas are filled with images that calm my mind. A delightful read and I thank you for sharing your poetry.

Chris

[Onlyme]

Lovely poem about being in nature and at one with all around you. The solitude and comfort and harmony you feel. Doing so.