Searching for El Dorado

I have been so busy writing lately that I have let tumbleweeds gather (or spam to be more accurate) online.  I plan on remedying this over the next few weeks, staring with this photo and a little poem I wrote about it.

El Dorado

I found a doorway hidden in the trees—
through the light and under the leaves
into a reflection
refracted to many colours,
many greens—
another world,
undiscovered, unravaged,
lush undergrowth and towering trees
surrounded by glittering streams—
silver laughter echoes on the mist
and rainbows fly through the sky
with golden chimes that seem to say
‘El Dorado is not gold, but green.’

Trunk with Light


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