Last Night In The Wood...
I walked into the wood last night;
I wandered in the wild,
waxing with wordless wisdom.
Owls in oaks orchestrated cries;
shrill singing at the still moon.
Leaves long lost lay beneath,
above the abject sky;
layered loosely, left bereft
by the hard harvest of winter.
Armed with an anthem of ages, I smiled.
I surfed the strange tides of night,
I kissed the silent starlight,
I sang with a heart whole and happy;
unhinged from fear and fraud.
I paused to ply the peace with prayer.
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GREENMAN42UK (
Offline) - Published: July 4th, 2018 16:42
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Comments2
Nature in its wonder portrayed in your words.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
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