I pulled in
From the dirt road
The path and beauty
Of the forest greeted me
Our private oasis
Nestled and tucked
Hidden away
A special time
In a magical place
Filled with mystery
New beauties to witness
A lunar Moth
In particular
My body
Melted at your sight
You stood before me
Waiting for me
Even though
You had no idea
Of when
I would be arriving
My heart slowed
When I saw you
Your soul pierced
Through me
No words
Were exchanged
Our deep connection
Began transmitting
Heart glances and
Soul recognition
Speaking in frequencies
Communicating healing
My soul smiled
For the first time
In what felt like
Forever
Immense gratitude
Beseeched me
At that moment
I knew
Everything our words
Could not express
The forest consumed us
Body and soul
We returned
Into nature
Where the forest devoured us
Until there was nothing left
Take me back
To the forest
The only place
That was our home
About the Creator
Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
Keep reading
More stories from Misha Kelly and writers in Poets and other communities.
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.