I peer into the depths of forest:
by Paul Butters
A seeming infinity of trees
Gnarled branches adorned
By countless butterfly wings.
A sea of green
Above those black-hole shadows.
Who knows what lies beyond those lines?
What friends or foes might well be met
Monsters may lurk,
Or fairies frolic around mushroom rings.
Yes, an infinity of sheer delight
Maybe I'll find you a cottage in those woods,
With a garden path to lead you down for more.
Then I put away my mobile
(And the mayhem is gone again) .