Sunday, December 7, 2008

Reflection's Passages

I went to the arboretum yesterday, sat at my favorite spot by the cypress bog, and daydreamed about traveling into the reflections of the fall leaves.




Reflection’s Passages

Diving into reflection’s passages
I soar high above the oxbow
amber branches give way
greeting
entreating
casting amber beams of hushed petals
to the path before me
vanishing far below
where mirrors ripple
with Eleionomae sighs
displaced
Forsaken waif

Deeper into the golden embrace
I discover
the point of origin has been silenced
the bejeweled resin is no closer
the vernal vibrancy is dangling from the
thorny arm extended toward me
Exhausted

2 comments:

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Lovely art, especially when expanded! Evocative poem, too.

bluerose9062 said...

Thanks Mary! I just wanted to fall into it, and see what was at the top of the tree in the middle. ;]