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Pines and Rocks, by Paul Cezanne, 1897


New Beginnings
by Jane Lang

I had no thoughts this glade of calmness with
gently bowed limbs, moss-coated rocks, a
solace-giver, grief-keeper, promise-granter
would speak in such assertive, bold tones,
direct its pointed words to my inner self

Not quietly, reverently in this forest of
awe-inspired haze—but loudly, boughs
sharply bent, pointing to an un-walked
path just outside my peripheral vision
known yet unknown

"Follow your heart, do not allow those
moss-laden rocks to define you—shed
clinging grief, its dark echoing abyss
Hope heralds a new day, fresh start,
pristine beginnings"

 

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