
The Gate
Though some discerning eyes perhaps would see
fair woodland track where wayward feet had led;
I, realizing in my reverie,
had trodden where pale rainbows might have wed.
Chimerical in mien, its sparkling hues
regaled the eyes through lavender’s embrace
from blooms piled on the path. They covered shoes
and footprints left behind without a trace.
Wisteria had crowned each ancient tree
and gifted them with robes, now shimmering
in errant sunbeams; golden panoply
was heralding the pageantry of Spring
but elderly, I comprehend my fate.
The path I’d found led to a pearly gate.
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