as time draws near
I welcome the shade
imagined like fog
melted by the sun
I welcome the shade
images of wormwood
archaic moss and fern
do not frighten one
warmed in shadows
tuned to the brake
I welcome the shade
like love's memory
a place once known
lost now, a fading
but golden green
an intoxicant calls
the journey seeks
some secret glen
where the first spring
flows in single purity
I welcome the shade
the loving copse
where old wood rots
and new seeds claw
for sun washed leaf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful scenes into the forest.
Thanks Dimitrios. This might be a good one to translate. A brake is a place overgrown with bushes, brambles, or cane. A copse is more or less the same thing. Wormwood is an essential ingredient in absinthe - a strong intoxicant.