Blossoms unknown by Carissa Dewey Here we are, a hike to a distant lake. Above the sky is indifferent and calling in the distance- we hear crashing between these great peaks. You spot strawberry blossoms. And point to small naïve white flowers. And I know they are powerful as I stand near this lake’s ancient rim. They are the young, blameless. And as I watch you cast your line and perform your rituals a feeling surfaces that if I were to sit close to one and reach - it would disappear. We hike down- away in nature’s silence immersed in rain - in this the charred forest. And I think of the blossoms and their design – and of you ahead, further down this path. 04/06/2009 Posted on 04/07/2009 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/09 at 12:47 AM A beautiful, scenic image. Very nice. Posted by Jo Halliday on 09/06/09 at 06:02 PM how many things you said, how many pangs you caused, how many beauties you opened with this one? It's one of the most beautiful poems I have read. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)