Late Afternoon Alone in the Forest
Walking alone in the forest
on Saint James’s Way,
I bathe in the light that streams
through the fluttering tree leaves.
It seems as if myriad, radiant beings
are flowing within the light,
some, swimming like sea anemones,
create pathways in sun reflected sky.
Soon all I could see was
a ridge of dark tree trunks
and like a halo behind them,
marvelous blue space.
And I felt there was nothing else
but this brightness, reminding me
of the beauteous sapphire world
we have inherited as our own
and where we have made our home
and where we can feel
the pleasure of happAiness
and the peace of being
at one with Nature.
By Anthony Walstorm