Last night in the wood

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.







  • Goldfinch60

    Nature in its wonder portrayed in your words.

  • Heartwriter

    Beautiful. Beautiful.

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