And I sing

In the depths of deepest green

a calling comes

slivers of beaming glow

and I am lost

Stepping, chancy stone summons

lit in shadows

the sturdy pillars rise

and I am still

It is more than mere sheath here

a layering

masterpiece unsullied

and I am clear

A guided entrance demands

a listening

focus, in tune surrounds

and I linger

It is left but not behind

a moment moves

carried to awake days

and I sing pleased.

Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, June 6, 2019.

Image: Depth of Green by P.Antonello.

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