Thursday, March 12, 2015


An arch where vines
Outline illusion,
Beyond which
Stems curl,
Soldered in pearls
Where fog and
Woodruff fuse,
Compose a circuitry
Of choice and fate--
I am always
A pilgrim at this
Garden gate.


  1. I can see why you are a Pilgrim at this a hypnotically beautiful place!

    Have a wonderful weekend...:)

  2. Great and fitting to see you under the vines that outline illusion (I love that phrase).
    Very nice, Geo. Have a great week.

  3. The emotions we experience from the perfumed air of a garden remind us of the feeling we get at a place of worship. I think I pretty much summed up what I understand from this beautiful poem that you wrote.


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