light between shadows

arqios

 

The forest holds its breath,

light spills in fractured silence.

It does not choose where it falls—

limbs, leaves, forgotten paths,

all gilded in fleeting gold.

 

Between shadowed roots,

a moment unfurls—

untouched and transient.

Time presses softly here,

           and still,

                     it slips away.

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    I can see it plain as day. A wonderous glimpse of golden rays setting through tree branches to a forest floor. This poem conveys a sense of peace and calm a feeling of warmth falling into shadow and the onset of the coming night. So well crafted Cryptic that it seems I was there. A fave

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren, so good to know 🕊️🙏🏻

    • nephilim56

      a very tranquil piece

      • arqios

        Thanks kindly🕊️🙏🏻

        • nephilim56

          welcome

        • David Wakeling

          This reminds me of walking in the forests in the Blue Mountains.I was transported there.A Wonderful description of Nature.

          • arqios

            That is a wonderful walk which we do when we’re down Sydney way🕊️🙏🏻

          • Poetic Licence

            That is beautiful creating that wonderful image of the last rays of soothing sun, shining through to the forest floor, enjoyed the read

            • arqios

              Thanks so much 🕊️🙏🏻

              • Poetic Licence

                You are very welcome

                • arqios

                  😊

                • arqios

                  Thanks @Cheeky Missy for the Fave🕊️🙏🏻

                • Jerry Reynolds

                  Beautiful, arqious. A fine read.

                  • arqios

                    Thanks so much Jerry, truly appreciated 🕊🙏🏻

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Beauty begins, but does it ever end…even in death. I have seen some of the most beautiful deaths in my, granted I have seen some real ugly ones…but here’s the thing, it wasn’t ever death that was “ugly”. NO. It was the dying part. The pain, the suffering…but the, the peace. This poem expresses all of that to me. The serenity that goes from light to darkness…though, we may feel a bit uncertain as the light dims, we find that the light is no more than a veil obscuring our view. Or at least that is what I am getting out of this. Regardless, I love it my friend! A LOT. 🌹👏

                    • arqios

                      Now that is the whole truth of it! So glad this was understood and appreciated. Thanks friend.🕊️🙏🏻

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        You are most welcome! Yay, that makes my day! And, again, an excellent poem, my friend!

                        • arqios

                          🤠

                        • Thomas W Case

                          Beautiful work.

                          • arqios

                            Thanks Thomas🙏🏻🕊️

                          • arqios

                            Thanks for the Fave @Mutley Ravishes



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