Foreign Forest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lost in a foreign forest, finding few familiar things,
just wandering and looking carefully at what is being
seen.

Magnificent colors, a beautiful serenity, and softened
visions fully accommodating every image surrounding
this mind.

An effervescent mirage on the horizon, taking my hand,
walking through the forest on unsung trails, open only
to this poet.

Traveling and watching images alighting and soaring down
slides of landscapes being shown in abundance.

A plethora of sights, unseen on earth, a total interior
life set right here before my mind as I partake hungrily
of it alone.