Poetry Thursday

This poem was written by a woman I went to art school with named Bobbie Saunders. She had a book of poems published while in school, not too shabby! I hope you enjoy this lesser know, or should I say emergine poetess!

Transcendence

She lived
for the
evenings
of ecstasy,
the cascade
of emotions
flowing
like a
sparkling
waterfall
amidst
the hidden
secrets
of the
forest,

the ferns
all-knowing,
the bark
of the
trees
solid
and caring,
the moss
a love
cushion
for souls
whose
whispers
could be
heard
in eternity