Forest, Revealed

Begin only to have been here
Many times before
Seductive nature, swollen bosom

Swirling limbs guide
Darkened paths, smooth mushroom top
Fuzzy moss

A revealing trail turn to
Illumination from above
The subtle spring sun dimmed by enlightened clouds

Dripping brooks, leaking
Through foliage
Never again to be known by bears

So many things never to know
See, touch, taste, feel, smell, breath, sure
But I cannot know them

Browning green, a nurse log in hiding
Surrendering stability
To earthy wholeness around it

At this point,
It’s not about me. I am a
Windy breeze through which the forest speaks

 

 

 

Suffering Love Laughing At Myself is the first poetry book of Adam Fletcher Sasse and is available at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1492244651/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thefreechildp-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=1492244651&linkId=f44cc486f1762084454de9227854ae90

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