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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

I Sought The Woods


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.

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