Thursday, September 23, 2010

Forest Poems

I

night forest
a ritual in rain cloud black
no tripping
robe ripping
step over unseen logs
and snaring roots
each known
on this beat path way

II

dark trees layered in black
only birches slip into view
dog wanders deep - gone
coffee steam mingles
in morning mist
sky little brighter
a navy bruised eye black
as I step from woods

2 comments:

  1. lovely...only the birches slip into view...love it...the images of a dark forest....bkm

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  2. love forest poems..
    u have done an excellent job.

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