On a summer day in the leafy wood.

Ever delightful, never monotonous.

"I love not man the less, but Nature more," - Byron

The leafy wood shone
like a cluster of emeralds on that
cool bright summer morning,
a place with all its beauty
remains a source of joy
even after a dozen years.

As I walked through
the trodden path
in the dense leafy wood
covered in leaves of
a variety of green,
solace to spirit,

I came upon a sudden
clearing, a circular patch
of brown earth surrounded
by towering trees, white mist
moving in the branches
against a spectrum of sunlight

glittering from behind the dark
hill ranges turning unexpectedly
like an oleander, from white to
lavender to blue and violet,
pink to red and numerous hues
in between and around the obvious.

Music floated on the wings of wind
blowing from all four directions,
a captivating raga on the magical
dawn, on a spirit’s awakening from
sleep to consciousness, from
untruth to truth, from death to life.


Lines: 30
Form: Free verse
Written for Poetry Contest and Inspiration hosted bybearbit