my family used to visit
an old bachelor
who lived in a cabin
surrounded by birch trees.
we followed
a magical path
through a sunlit woodland
of white and yellow-green
a neon adventure
his cabin walls
were pine
and lined with books
his piano
carefully placed
in the middle of
the room
his name
was everett
a cultured man
but i was too young
to appreciate that
being so enchanted
by the forest
i hardly remember
anything else
Joyce Chelmo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neon-forest/
