Each morning I take a lonely stroll in the woods.
Enter the romantic reverence of the woods.
An avian symphony grace me company.
En plein air I sense warming comfort in the woods.
Phasing colors of a youthful sun shadow me.
What deep memories are held captive in the woods.
Pictorial web of endless variety.
Shuffling, wading through the wilderness of the woods.
Liquid mosaic in the marshes dazzles me.
Wearing through the deep mysteria of the woods.
The breezes whisper their secrets eternally.
A final wish mine/ashes dreaming in the woods.
Oct.26,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the woods where wildlife are living and rocky roads inviting branches swaying saying''come with me, sit with me, paint me...'