Poem "Forest Pinxters"

 

Another new poem formed on the bare bones of an old poem dating back to the late 1980s: "Pinksters [sic] in the Forest", which I wrote in high school, becomes "Forest Pinxters".

Pinxterbloom by Susan Gerbic obtained from Wikimedia Commons under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.

Forest Pinxters

A good distance from the well-worn path,
In a most peaceful woodland clearing,
Nature displays her secret glory.

‘Round the glade, maples stand like mothers
Encircling gaily garbed children
Dressed in pale emerald and bright pink.

Showy blossoms nod in a slight breeze
Releasing a heady spring perfume; 
A sweet scent drifts on the forest’s breath.

Scraggy though the blooming shrubs may be,
I stand in awe over the quaint pleasure
Offered by these flashy pink wonders.

Human constructions of glass and steel
Always fail to match the simple joy 
Given by such natural beauties.