Moss Beach, California Photo Adventure
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue,
its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Lost in the Forest
by Pablo Neruda
|A Broken Twig and 1001 Patterns|
|Ancient Trees at the Hillside|
|Youngling trees across the hillside by the creek (Touched by water)|