Emerald corridor, pledge the fern;
Oh woods woman: I do bewail
Paths concealed, with twists and turn,
Fortuitous the fox – out upon the trail.
Shall we promenade amid the trees
Find those alpine meadow to adore.
There to entertain the loving bees,
Nectar; sugary sweet to store.
Compose thyself, from rapid pace,
By heart, a brook’s trickling lyric play.
Suspend a time, in hallowed grace
Collapse: inhale and bless the day.
Ascending this highest peak to stand,
Radiant, her beauty beckons to pursue.
Quiet repose, she takes my hand,
Woods woman did confirm the view.
©Copyright August 4, 2008 by Ed Ellsworth