To The Wood

It has been too long
Since I have had the pleasure
Of dallying in a forest
Plush moss absorbing each fall of each foot
Mushroom spores galloping through my locs
Sunrays staunchly stand
Their ground                                            Pockmarked diurnal spotlights
Pungent pine burgles my nostrils
Bearing geranium mingled with cedar and aspen
It has been a lifetime
A boarded up, stale
Colorless, dormant lifetime
Oh splintered, ruddy trunks
I long to tickle my palms
Over you, coarse pillar
Whisper my secrets to you
And watch them sift upwards
And out of your verdant leaves
With oxygen vapors
Imprint of roots tattooed on my soles
My skin steams like dew in the dawn
Oh, forest, if it be the Will
Of Heaven's King
I would be your guest again
Soon
Quite soon
And quite often

◄ He Who Has Ears

Patriot ►

Comments

Big Sal

Thu 29th Mar 2018 03:22

Beautiful imagery. Like the blue bill of a Ruddy duck on a summer day.

<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 6th Mar 2018 19:50

quite a contrast from 'Patriot'. I like writers who can slip from one style style to another whilst exploring different emotions and landscapes. Very enjoyable. Thanks, Colin.

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