Essence......Of Solitude

Gratitude....to you....my friend For the exotic joy you shared When speaking of an enchanted place Then choosing to take me there I saw a spot secluded where Such rustic charm exudes A mystic aura which awed my Soul With the essence of solitude The only sounds....a songbird's chirp …A falling twig.........perhaps And the muted cry of an insect's wail Some spider's web entrapped Shadows hypnotic in romantic pursuit Danced a ritual of sensual quest To seduce the rays which frolicked about …At this quaint ethereal fest Whose drama ends…as sunset fades To resume in the morning's glow …Down the lane.....across the bridge ……..At ................Eucalyptus ......................................Row Author's note: Some years ago, I gifted a copy of my work 'A Vision Of Home' to my dear friend Susan Henderson.Later, she asked if I would accompany her to visit a 'cherished' place where she could capture my likeness to have as a keepsake alongside the book. The poem is a vivid recollection of that Napa Valley moment, and the searing beauty of what I observed and sensed that stunning, sunny, lazy, summer's afternoon. Regrettably, the spiritual haven as we saw it, no longer exist.Within couple years of our visit, this natural phenomenon was destroyed - forever lost through development. 'Essence.....Of Solitude' is dedicated, with love and appreciation, to Susan.......and........the Henderson family!