The Pathway

A 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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