Woodland Path

A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet Our feet carried us, it felt so right The perfume of forgotten flowers Enlightened the senses and passed the hours Sunlight passing thru lacy Jasmine tree Spirits soared, made the soul free Cuckoos cooing the sweetest song Nothing can now go wrong As we walk along this grassy slope Sunshine fall on us with hope I bent low to smell the tender bloom And plucked it for our room This little token from my enchanting walk Has stayed amid the pages, white as chalk 07/06/2011 By- Tahera Mannan For Constance’s ‘A Woodland Path’ contest