Essence......Of Solitude Poem by James B. Earley

Gratitude....to you....my friend
For the exotic joy you shared
When speaking of an enchanted place
Then choosing to take me there

I saw a spot secluded where
Such rustic charm exudes
A mystic aura which awed my Soul
With the essence of solitude

The only sounds....a songbird's chirp
…A falling twig.........perhaps
And the muted cry of an insect's wail
Some spider's web entrapped

Shadows hypnotic in romantic pursuit
Danced a ritual of sensual quest
To seduce the rays which frolicked about
…At this quaint ethereal fest

Whose drama ends…as sunset fades
To resume in the morning's glow
…Down the lane.....across the bridge
……..At
................Eucalyptus
......................................Row


Author's note:
Some years ago, I gifted a copy of my work 'A Vision Of Home' to my dear friend Susan Henderson.Later, she asked if I would accompany her to visit a 'cherished' place where she could capture my likeness to have as a keepsake alongside the book.

The poem is a vivid recollection of that Napa Valley moment, and the searing beauty of what I observed and sensed that stunning, sunny, lazy, summer's afternoon.

Regrettably, the spiritual haven as we saw it, no longer exist.Within couple years of our visit, this natural phenomenon was destroyed - forever lost through development.

'Essence.....Of Solitude' is dedicated, with love and appreciation, to Susan.......and........the Henderson family!