Forest-tales
Secrets
Stories of the forest
Whispered softly, through the trees
Crossing ore' the meadows
Wingless dreams, in the breeze
Secrets carved, left in tree bark
Skipping, of a stone
Coins wished on after dark
Into deep wells, unknown
The shadows remember
What the wildlife keeps safe
Hidden after December
Until the forest awakes
Telling tales of its slumber
Catching up on the news
Things stirring down under
Where the quietness grew
Waiting for the springtime
When the snow and ice thaw
Like a vine, learning to climb
Creating wonder and awe
Oh, the secrets concealed there
Some hidden, right in plain sight
Pull up a lawn chair
Be sure to buckle up tight
Natures not for the faint hearted
Be prepared for the hype
When their secrets are imparted
You're in for the time of your life
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar6 days ago in Feast
Comments (5)
What a beautiful poetic trip through the forest
Outstanding cover picture and word pictures in a wonderful tribute to nature!
Nature is beautiful and unpredictable
love the pic and the poem
Naturally, Kelli!