Defining that Vista

What are these stones laid out here?
Are they steps across the fertile garden
To a place more barren and unclear?
They say watch the gnomes as I walk
And, if I bump them, to beg their pardon.

Shed snakes’ skin and cicada shells
Sit on grass blades between the flowers.
The flowers lose richness in smells
As I progress through this inner section
Where old oaks stand tall like towers.

My assumptions were correct.
At the end of the trail is a new path
Teasing me to come and inspect.
It is a place I have not been,
Lacking the grass that was so green.
I delve into this unknown with joy and fear
In the hope that life may become more clear.
What are these stones laid out here?

by PoemWritingGuy
posted on 04/07/2009

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