The Path

The lady was lush in summer.

She put verdant crowns on

sentinels of oak and elm,

hemming my path to the sea.

In Fall, she painted their

tops with her artistry.

Of a winter, her arms

glimmered, ice girded

above sparkling carpets,

while her fertility rested,

beneath frozen cathedrals

where she dreamed the

coming spring.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

On that path we witness her ladyship as she wears her seasonal garb for all to see. We too shall dream of coming Spring. Thanks for sharing.

[Perry]

Oh, I like that! Thanks, Red Brick Keshner!