Just a moment in the woods.
No Answer... The rain falls quietly in the trees The woods carry a scent of life and decay lingers in the breeze Leaves, scattered and rotting... There where the hornets nest hung Is now a bare branch collecting raindrops And the tree that held the squirrel family Is fallen across the path leading up the hill I stop and look to the sky Clouds are passing quickly now Droplets grow bigger and Fall faster upon my eyelids. Where else would I rather be But here, in this place, Enjoying the stark beauty Of a gray winter day?
Cheers!
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