Corners of this forest hung
Dark, unknown, explored by none,
Branches naked, showing time
This aging wood, I dare not climb.
The years been many since they’ve shined
Grey and peeled, all shadows lined,
And leaves atop with tender skin
Now rustling gently in the wind.
And here I sit with tickled senses
A fog is born and now it stretches,
It stretches on, but far from me
And what it hides, I cannot see.
A leaf descends without a sound
And finds a home on forest ground,
And now I come to realize
This place is mine and freedom thrives.
Sitting on an auburn log
Amidst the trees and languid fog,
I know this freedom will not last
But happy now, it’s in my grasp.
Winner of the 1993 North American Poetry Contest
Published in the anthology A Break in the Clouds
The National Library of Poetry
Partial lyrics of “Gladly” (on music page) |
