|
Beech Light (With Bolander 3)
by Leonard M HawkesIt was morning
In the woods above the Rhine;
In the fresh coolness
Of a rainy spring,
When first I saw it:
Sunlight streaming through beech leaves.
Silent, I gazed long at
The glistening-golden-green,
Almost breathless from its
Pure and natural Beauty:
An ancestral call to worship:
A sacredness heretofore unknown.
Ah, but recognized--
Felt in the very soul of souls
Where even a bland present
Transcends through Nature
To the source of intuition:
A vision of the very voice of God.
01/23/2010 Author's Note: After reading Hacken's essay "Into the Imagined Forest."
Posted on 01/23/2010
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/23/10 at 07:25 PM This is beautiful, Leonard. It really makes me feel like I'm there experiencing it. A pretty gifted adaptation from an essay, I must say! Thanks for sharing.
|
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/24/10 at 04:59 AM I'm not familiar with the essay you reference, but this made me feel like I was listening to Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony. Thank you for the natural feel of this poem! |
|
