as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
I bury my hands in the earth,
inhale the sweet fumes of rotting leaves
I play in the creeks
I bath myself in her beauty
I am in love with her,
the forest, my lover,
goddess of this place
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
Comments
UGH, this is so gut-wrenchingly good. The shortness of the poem keeps from how beautifully you worded your thoughts. This perfectly describes how I also connect to nature and almost gives notes of childhood wonder (at least that's what I gained.) The fourth stanza is my favorite; even in the dying leaves, there is sweetness. Wonderful job!
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