So enjoy--Longings from Letchworth.
I have fallen under the spell
of your deep green tresses.
Endless wanderings in hidden
Your burnished pine carpet,
your carven stone
etched by Time.
Your graveyards of white birch,
resting dreamlessly in deep forest.
I'm captured by the voice of your waterfalls,
joining the song of your river
on its winding sojourn,
always rolling north--
to the Great Blue dividing countries.
I linger entranced in your secret places,
kissed by the breeze,
wrapped in serenity under your leaves.
Sunlight breaks into
a million glittering drops,
casting themselves over the lip!
Liquid life runs icy strong over skin,
thrilling to the shivering depths of me.
It calls me to follow.
Light plays through your soaring branches,
dropping in warm patches
to your mossy carpets.
So I watch and I wander--
the song of Eternity calling,
always calling my heart--
calling me home through
your sacred halls.