Tuesday, September 26, 2006

THE GLADE



in a glade
in the wood
it is warm
it is dry
by a stone
with a nook
I collapse
there I lie
looking up
toward the clouds
seeing through
the trees' bows
a cloud passes
the sun shines
my eyes close
I lay still
warmth enfolds
sweet rest
surrender

1 comment:

Faisal said...

Beautiful !