there is light out there
coming through
the new spring leaves
a lost meadow
a deer filled glade
a huge beaver pond stocked
with bass - - -?
the tired monk pushes through
a gnarly hemlock stand
stumbles
into desolation
reads the signs
Private Road
No Trespassing
Luxury Estate Homes
Ouch. How I hate that. I felt like the monk, serenely visualizing the forest then "stumbling onto desolation". And the sign. Argh.
ReplyDeleteTruly there is desolation in destruction. How pained the tired monk must be.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]