A magical meandering
among Snuffleupagus trees.
The thin limbs of children,
wind for wooden chimes in
a labyrinth of mellow sound.
The darkest boughs
trim the path,
carved creatures
dusted with a light powder
of the fairest makeup,
smoothing the wrinkles
of a long winter furrow.
Fräulein Forest,
she tiptoes on a white carpet
of pinecone confetti.
A vision in verdant,
she’s ready
for the winter thaw ball.
Starlings scream for spring,
flutes of new shoots
whistle with full belief
that lighting won’t strike
the same forest again.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I’m ready for the thaw ball, too.
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It can’t be long now, right? The wood carving I found today reminded me a little of your avatar. 😉
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Actually it hasn’t been bad so far this year, but it’ll be nice when we can sit with the windows open again.
We have a herd of cows in the field behind us at the moment, the farmer puts them in each year, presumably they help fertilize it ready for the crops. I just love having them as neighbours.
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magical: love the imagery and those stunning photos: quite a production 🙂
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Why thank you. I found those picture and the poem today trying to walk away my worries. The forest is always a magical place for me.
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aimless walking is often the way to great, unplanned writing; don’t forget: ‘those boots were made for walking’ 🙂
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