forestness

dusk arising

 

Akin to an inviting smile of life,
a warmth of sunlight flickers
through green woodland canopy.
Reaching down into the cooler
stillness where I am earthed.
Crouching now amid the richness
of bracken's spring growth
I inhale the vibration of forestness.
Stillness.
I want calm and stillness
to become fully sensually
aware of all surrounding me.
Sounds comfort my ears.
The constant mild drone
from high treetops tells
of a breeze playing above.
Gentle squeeks and groans
of trees flexing bows reach out
to a sudden flutter of speedy
passing winged disturbance.
Winged insects seek and
find interest in my presence.
I wonder shall I be fortunate
and sight perhaps a deer
or squirrel about their daily lives.
In this, the slow ever peaceful
world of woodland where
man has made no mark.
Here relaxed  breathing
falls easily to mindfulness
of such wonderful gifts
of creation.

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  • orchidee

    Good write dusk.
    You making up words that I can't sing? forestness. heehee.
    Nice if it's dry underfoot. Otherwise may end up on a boggy track.

    • dusk arising

      They call it poetic licence, but i told them you don't spell dyslexia that way. Thanks Orchi.

      • orchidee

        I've nearly always believed in a Dog!

      • Jayasree

        That's a beautiful poem. It's as if I am in the forest ,enjoying the stillness. Love it

        • dusk arising

          Thank you. Im pleased you felt the closeness of the scene.

        • Saxon Crow

          And you will you will absolutely find me there doing the same thing. Completely relatable Dusk. Great poem

          • dusk arising

            Thank you SC. I literally meditate my mind away to woodland for peace on occasion.

          • L. B. Mek

            'Reaching down into the cooler
            stillness where I am earthed.
            Crouching now amid the richness
            of bracken's spring growth
            I inhale the vibration of forestness.
            Stillness.'
            the best compliment I have to offer
            for this majestic traversing through nature
            within wondrous brevity of poeticism, you've weaved
            is that, I almost thought this could have been penned
            by our nature poetess supreme: Fay Slimm...
            Brilliant! Dusk, back to your innately poetic best
            in my humble opinion..
            thank you for sharing!

            • dusk arising

              Thank you LBM. I am a poet of many shades I guess. I'm pleased you enjoyed this little trip.

            • Neville


              What a wonderful title sir .. and what follows, is a swathe of perfect green .. although maybe a paradox .. I found your words today to be relaxing, stimulating and refreshing ... just as a woodland walk should truly be .....

              ... Neville

              • dusk arising

                Thank you Neville. Your words reassure me i struck some of the right notes through this piece.

              • Jerry Reynolds

                Good poem, Dusk. Grew up on a farm in southern Virginia. No running water or electricity. Surrounded by "Forestness." Totally relatable.

                • dusk arising

                  A country boy huh? Well i was born into a big wicked city and it took me quite a while to realise that a big city is not the 'be-all and end-all' of 'good'.
                  Writing this was a meditation to a peaceful place.
                  Thank you Jerry.

                • myself and me

                  I held my breath while reading your work, so afraid to disturb the peaceful forestness.

                  • dusk arising

                    I'm pleased if you felt that peacefulness. Thank you m&m.

                  • SureshG

                    Nature has a way to enrapturing our senses, as you have so oetic captured

                    • dusk arising

                      Yes, thank you, undisturbed nature works for me.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      The glory of woodland is so wonderful and beautiful to be in, your words show this so well d a. I will meet you in that wood one day.

                      Andy

                      • dusk arising

                        Thanks Andy, one day we'll take a stroll down by the Avon too maybe.



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