There is insight in these woods
The forest is a deep and dark mistress
No amount of fearful fairy tale
Will keep me from the venture
There is always a path to be made
if not for the pleasure of memories held
to the inhale of mossy scents and damp wood
of old leaves laid to carpet and the dead of
wood an invitation for a sit down and ponder
There is insight in these woods, this forest
a quiet timber of wind tickling twig and leaf
The pause of natures creatures in suspended
silence so not to give themselves away to the
wanderer, the path maker, the fairy-teller
seeking the story that quivers past the forest’s
edge for the telling, secured by the mistress of
this forest in her dark to light, light to dark splendor
waiting for you to find what lays within your sight.
As I read these words, I felt transported – found myself walking within her folds and savouring her delights. Evocative – a lovely read to start my morning.
Thank you and all good wishes for the day ahead,
Eric
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this is lovely, magical and mysterious:)
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