Poem of the Month (May)

Tirhatuan Wetlands 3

Cathedral silver
held in air;
a breath of mist
above smooth
marshland floor.

Foliage bows
in waterfalls
of green
then greet
that surface
with their kiss.

Eyes seek out
each spiral s
that forms the stairs
where daylight take
its rest
from greatest height.

The birds there pause
as grassy reeds
outline passage
for mind’s traverse
by water’s edge
on silent paths
to heart of peace.

@ Greg Burns, 2013 [ As published in ‘A Lightness of Being’]

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