Friday, February 3, 2012

Paradise

Far from the metro
deep in the forest
paradise flies
on wings without tempest

Nearing the pool
feeling for nectar
hearing the fronds
spying reflections

Slide in and out
through spirits and time
toadstool arrives
only to hasten

Rogues sway tenderly
pressing your journey
breezing your wings
in glorious rhythm 

Landing benign
nary a whisper
time tarries shadows
deep in the forest

© Gina McKnight 2011


1 comment:

Sagittarian said...

oh this is so lovely..:) I like it! thank s for sharing and inspiring us here..:) Blessed day to you! :)