Wood Words
A hushed surrounding near the home of the heart
Greens and browns
Shaded blacks
Gentle ferns hypnotizing greedy weeds
Logs decaying
yet providing life
Overhead the rush of white clouds dabbing treetops
The language of birds is misunderstood
Footsteps pressing on damp soil only to vanish by tomorrow
A weighted presence left behind
Hearing words when only silence is listening
The walk ends...
Words, like woods,
will go on
JWS 24 Apr 00 9:30 PM
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