The Pathway

Fairy-Tale-Cottage-Home-in-the-forrestA narrow, vine covered footpath
often caught my eye,
but every time I’d pass that way
I was always pressed for time.

But on this snowy winter’s morn,
the ground all frosted bright,
tired of daily routine chores
that pathway comes to mind.

Putting on my coat and hat,
tugging on my boots,
I say, come on, old cat,
let’s go for a walk in the woods.

Brittle grass beneath our feet,
blades brown but frozen white,
wait for summer’s glorious green
under this shroud of ice.

Across the bridge we tromp,
through the beds where roses sleep.
We encounter not a living thing,
to acknowledge my cat and me

I take the pathway into the woods,
all littered with twigs and stems.
Briars and brambles growing wild
compete with snatching limbs.

The woods are dark and stark,
the trees all standing guard.
The deeper I go, I realize
the only direction is forward.

Through the dimness and the cold
appears an opening filled with light.
All strangely veiled in misty glow,
a beacon, radiant bright.

A magic lamp it draws me
I can’t believe my sight.
Emissions of glittering sparkles
spray from a center of white.

The diffusion spreads like a halo
Over a floral filled haven delight
Pastel petals splattered with dewdrops
cover a gate of mythical size.

A shower of cascading rainbows
colors the air and the sky
and wash over my being like liquid
as my soul sings out in surprise.

Euphoria deluges my spirit,
to the fullest degree of pure bliss.
Joy unspeakable engulfs me
til a sigh is all that there is.

Now I see a glorious cottage,
with windows of crystalline glass,
I hear music spilling and swelling,
and the sound of tinkling brass.

In the garden, he awaits me
as young as the day we met.
My body transforms in an instant,
gone are the years of regret.

Strong are his arms that embrace me,
we kiss and heaven descends.
We blend in breathtaking pleasure.
At last, forever begins.
Anita Stubbs

 

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Anita Stubbs

I am a private person, but need a place to publish my writings, which have accumulated over the years.   I am in the autumn of my life, and feel the need to preserve some of what I have written in forms of poetry, short stories, and articles.  I have written one novel and now am working on my second one. I live quietly with my husband of 57 years, as of this coming November, in Texas.  My ancestors first came to Texas prior to the Civil War.  Other than the five or so years when we moved out of state, I have lived my life here. Anything more you may wish to know about me, you can hopefully gather from my writings, as far as my values, my character, and my impressions of humanity -- in as much and as far as I have experienced it, or imagined it.

6 thoughts on “The Pathway”

    1. Thank you, I love Robert Frost. The Woods are lovely dark and deep…..who doesn’t, huh? I do appreciate your taking the time to read and leave your comments. Look forward as I said in my comment to your poem, The Plane, to reading more of your work. Have a good, productive day!
      Anita

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  1. You are a very talented wordsmith, the way you crafted such splendid imagery with your words was truly amazing.Thanks for sharing such fantastic post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 🙂

    Warm Regards,
    Sidharth
    https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave such positive comments, means a lot. I look forward to reading your work, and responding in kind. Hope you are having a good and productive day!
      Anita

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