Leaving the path
I walk into the woods.
Sit on a fallen branch
within a circle of
pine trees, twigs, sticks,
rotting wood,
pine needles and
fallen leaves,
layer upon layer,
composted.
A decay that
nourishes these
silent giants
whose spongy
trunks soar to
reach the light
high above.
There is shelter
from the wind,
but beneath
the evergreen canopy,
the silence is total,
like death, yet
it calls me
to listen,
to strive
for the
light.
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You words took me into those woods. I am very familiar with the feeling you express along with the wonderful fragrance of the forest floor.
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Obviously, Your words …
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Thank you Tom. There is nothing quite like the aromatic scent of a pine wood, good for the body and soul. From your previous posts, your words take me into these spaces also.
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Beautiful. Thank you for the journey.
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Thank you Mother Wintermoon, for taking the time to read, blessings xx
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Dearest Teri,
Wonderful you dropped by, and your poem speaks to my heart… Nothing quite like the silence of the wood and the aroma of those fallen pine needles on a spongy bed underfoot..
Loved your poem and image Teri…
Hope you are well, and forgive my lateness in replying..
I guess I wandered into the depths of my own deep garden for a while… As I sorted out the fallen leaves that had still yet to fall from my inner tree..
Much love to you and thank you for your most welcome visit..
Hugs your way ❤
Sue 💖🙏
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