I Sought The Woods
Through the mist,
within the woods,
A calmly breathing
light,
Gently slants amongst
the rows
Of trees of wisdom
height.
And as I walked the vestal
way
The forest’s floor evokes.
The sounds of autumns
long ago,
The ghosts of ancient oaks.
Stirring in the spectral brume
A pulse of temporal tones.
As furtive waters
from the hills
Lap beneath the
lichen stones.
From soil to leaf
with earthy hues,
The eye beguiles the
heart.
As fleeting forms
dance between
The elms, flanked
apart.
I sought the woods,
sense to make.
The treaties in my
mind.
But strange the woods
echoed me
A sense of simpler
kind.
