Lighthouse

(This poem was inspired by the wallpaper on my Google homepage.)

Treetops in fairyland emerge from
morning fog in the crevices of
unknown mountain ranges, green
with pines and not a gap
to be seen. A ray of sunshine
penetrates to the autumn forest
below like a lighthouse
illuminating the path from
distant deeps to washed-out
shores of light, though
there is nary a boat in sight.

(Poetry Friday roundup here.)