A Ghazal for Armstrong Woods

A Ghazal for Armstrong Woods

Walking in the cool shade at Armstrong Woods,

My anxieties fade at Armstrong Woods.

Paintings that I see at the gallery,

Landscapes that they have made at Armstrong Woods.

The sun’s rays break through, shining on the dew,

Cutting fog like a blade at Armstrong Woods.

The grove is quiet, we all should try it,

Our egos are unmade at Armstrong Woods.

Orchids scattered there, dissolving despair,

Hidden beauty’s displayed at Armstrong Woods.

As tall as one can see, the trees live centuries,

Humanity’s a vain parade at Armstrong Woods.

My name is Jim, redwoods are singing a slow hymn,

Moonlight falls, like a stream of jade, at Armstrong Woods.