Growth of the woods
Envision,
Fading frost of your dream
to the depths of a forest,
Light plein air with rays of sun
different shades of light and shadow
you’re free and refreshed.
hungry?
the mood is chocolate,
with caramel dressing
like a turtle sundae.
The taste is peanut butter with celery,
to connect yourself to the greenery,
the feeling is serious with a kid’s embellishment.
Observe,
The marsh and canopies,
rusted and old
are the evergreens with sticky pines.
My thoughts turn away
allergies…
tickling my eye’s inner corner,
and nose
Now the tone is liver.
Look around.
Suspicion.
Think trapped,
but in a wonderful way
No one is there
you’re thinking too hard.
The woods are a maze not the labyrinth.
Stillness,
is not relevant.
Tune in to the lightest birdsong
you’ll ever hear.
Too soft to identify but by only
one fair and gallant
aria twirl.
Convey.
the darkening woodland,
hear the slow river that comes and goes,
controlling your emotions,
the waving motion is
a fantasy.
Make friends with the forest.
Grasp the picture
of solicitous natives and find ways to connect.
Keep walking.
Continue to climb and hike and trudge,
along the fading edges of the dream.