Grove of Wonder

One unassuming morning
I was in transit
under a gentle early sun
I became aware of a unique grove of trees
Burgundy plum and gleaming white dogwood
Interspersed with an occasional Atlantic cedar
Shafts of morning sunlight penetrated intermittently like carefully focused lasers
Gently piercing this magical acre residing in the understory of taller oaks and maple

The sight of this birthed within me
One thousand tales of mystic and magick
Benign ghosts of antiquity sang
Faeries wings fluttered
in resounding echoes
Solemn reverberations in the otherwise quiet caverns of my mind

Who, with care and patience laid seed and sapling to ground here?
Is this sanctuary the result of serendipitous happenstance?
I know not the answers
nor do they matter
Not so much as the questions
Not as much as the wonder

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is an actual place I drive by often.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

Comments

Roscoe Lane

3 months 2 weeks ago

I live,

I live on a farm inside an estate. Walking round this estate as i do constantly, there are many areas just as you described. But you have painted the picture in words, well done.

Regards Roscoe..

Rosewood Apothecary

3 months 2 weeks ago

I’m assuming it’s an abandoned nursery

I think it quite literally was the nursery of a large landscape firm that basically abandoned the stock in place and it all took root and thrived in the absence of human care. Thanks for reading

Tim

Geezer

3 months 1 week ago

I have...

a thing about imagining living in spaces that were intended for commercial use. I imagine using that space for living, and how I would do it. I know it's not exactly the same thing, but I get the feeling that you know what I mean. I like that you could make us aware that you saw something other than the trees themselves, that there was a question of if it might be a natural thing or maybe contrived in some way, to be useful. No matter that, it is a mystery and I think that we all love a mystery. ~ Geez.
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