Wood Nymph
Wood Nymph …
I was surely born,
a wood nymph,
for it is not the noise,
of the teeming city streets,
that frees my soul,
it is the quiet of a forest,
with soft pine needles,
beneath my feet.
Where sunbeams,
find their way,
to the forest floor,
creating sunny spaces,
among the thick pine trees.
While up above the wind,
whispers through the tops of the pines,
whistling a special song to me.
I’ve prayed to the Lord,
in a man-made cathedral,
in the middle of a forest,
with an altar made of rocks
and a strong, tall wooden cross.
Where on summer mornings,
the forest comes alive
and bird choruses –
join in with the singing of hymns.
I love to hear,
a long-forgotten babbling stream,
rolling through the forest,
where it seems that beneath,
the wildflowers and mushroom caps,
magical fairies live and fly,
playing among the shadows,
where sun rays,
seem to shimmer golden
and the world is far, far away.
At night the forest,
becomes a magical land,
with silvery moonbeams,
lighting the way,
as softly an owl hoots from above
and for some moments
it’s like living in a fairytale –
as a nightingale breaks into song.
Surely I was born a wood nymph.
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What delightful imagery, Rasma. I can relate to preferring to live in a pine forest than in the city. It is no competition.
Glad you enjoyed this, John. Inspired by my years of wandering through pine forests in Latvia.
Rasma – I can so relate for all my life I have followed the nature and wilderness trail here in Colorado. I much enjoyed this piece
Thank you, Kurt. I really miss those pine forests back in Latvia.
I so enjoyed reading your poem, Rasma. I grew up in forests and woodlands. They are very special to me and I love to write about the woodland fae. Lovely poem with great imagery.
Thank you, Phylis. I really miss all those pine forests I used to roam,
Rasma when I was reading this I was reminded of “A Midsummer Nights Dream” where all the fairies play in the woods with their King and Queen. I find a home in the mountains and sometimes wonder myself if I am not an ancient mountain dweller lost in the wrong time. Jamie
It is always that way with what we are used to. I miss the forests I walked in when I lived in Latvia so much that the palm trees all around me now are still very foreign to me, Hope you have a great new week.
I must agree with John the imagery was intense and beautiful as I took a journey through your forest. Sounds beautiful and deep. Nice work Rasma
Thank you, Paul.
bonjour, impressive blog on suety loss. akin helped.