I could hear my heart
in the soft, quiet wood
as I asked nature to bear me a fine, rare gift
in this majestic alpine courtyard.
The filtered, patchwork rays guided and directed me
and soon rewarded me –
A flower, brilliant and beautiful graced the mossy slope.
It spoke – please take me, I am beauty to behold,
but said at once – please leave me for I am not
finished in my giving here.
I left the flower knowing
I could not easily recount its beauty
nor keep with me its lustrous light.
I turned and then smiled, sadly,
with my heart.
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very sublime poem…i felt transported to some magical spheres..thank you for this lovely write
Lovely, beautifully told.
Enjoyed this piece and you’ve created a wonderful image to behold while reading this. Thanks for sharing.
This one touched me.
I hope you always remember that sight.
Excellent.