LAND OF EMERALD DREAMS
By Wayne Visser
Low
clouds of grey left far behind
Exchanged
for open skies of blue
Black
asphalt trails and dusty fields
Give
way to scenes of verdant hue
Beneath
the mountain’s misty brow
Beneath
the oak trees’ dappled shade
A
canvass for the nomad’s brush
A
staging post for passing trade
Drink
in the cool of whitewashed walls
Drift
off to cricket symphonies
Breathe
deep the scent of sun-bleached thatch
Awake
to birdsong melodies
Past
craggy cliffs of rusty shards
Through
hidden tracks of forest greens
Refreshed
by waterfall cascades
Behold
the land of emerald dreams
(2014)
