How can I transport this place
for you to hold; and feel,
and breathe, into your soul
Without photos,
painting or drawing?
(such is what's called for)
I'll tell you how we need this sanctuary;
here it is, midday
amidst the brush
Cranberry toned leaves climb;
handsome tresses alongside
pine tufts
Amber, silvery bark;
verdure, rustling variety.
Yellow, lime mixes of color,
the blue and white breeze,
green domes.
Perhaps this tropical forest
may as well be sketched
by what is NOT present
No Walgreens, no Burger King;
no 'one way' signs nor traffic lights
instructing a being on turns
left or right.
Just spiral snail shells,
sea grape leaves;
things crunchy
and creepy.
Stillness,
movement,
bright clearings,
air plants
(Crushed beer cans?!
these we shall ignore;
as we are high on nature, yes?
alrighty, then...)
Further on this less traveled,
though more sacred road,
a gopher tortoise
stands by his burrow.
Near wheat-like grasses,
nooks and crannies
Beautiful weeds;
butterflies overseeing
Fan-shaped fronds so vast, they
can barely believe their radiance.
Tendrils, tree stumps,
black serpents in the shrubs.
Understory, overgrowth,
softness and skeletons
Secrets, tall tales,
lavender crosses,
Stars of David
Yellow hearts so bright; and
sundown like the last precious bites
of lemon meringue pie.
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