Paradise

“Woodland Walk” by Niamh Slack

 

my sylvan soul

would lie in woodland

green touched gold

by fingered sun

here to watch the life

I left behind continue

in proud regal skin

of bear and moose

who amble in their

monarch paths to

sparkling streams

that run their cold

and clean fresh

course between the

footsteps of my

years I’d hear the

birdsong I once sang

find further voice

my legacy in chorus

with blonde swarms

of bees and zephyr

breezes slipping

through the leafy

hands of sturdy boughs

the hardy bones that

gave me posture in

my treeless youth

when learning how

to stand against

unkindness of the

urban world and dream

this time of sweet

escape to sleep upon

soft needled thatch

that beds these shady

trails where all my

never meets forever

close to creatures

feral in their peace

with God and nature

joined in mind to

help me find exquisite

blest eternal rest

 

 

From my books Pieces of Wine and Legacies (vol. 2)