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 bathe myself in her beauty
I am in love with her,
the forest, my lover,
goddess of this place
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
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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