Thursday 7 December 2017

Pavillion of Pines

I bow as I enter 
The hushed cathedral 
Lush leaves arching 
Amid the pavilion of pines

A collage of ferns, fronds and fungi
Greets me in the gallery,
My feet treading lightly 
Upon the forest floor 

I hear the cadence of raindrops,
Cascading in the distance, 
See dew dangling 
By a spider’s 
Artistry de jour 

I am captivated 
By colour, shade and shadow,
Drawn further in 
By birdsong 
Of whippoorwills and warblers
Wafting through 
The scent of cedar boughs

I pause 
And ponder
This sacred sanctuary 
Where I kneel down 
To lift up 
A fallen leaf,
Weather beaten and torn
And rise 
With refreshment 
Filling my spirit, 
Feeding my soul

I leave this place of grace
Silently transformed