Geese @ the Riverwalk in Rock Hill. Image is my own.
the woods, most would say,
but I know different
for I have heard the song of the forest
in stillness I sit
perched on the edge of a steaming river
the soft words of geese reach my ears
over the slow, constant babble
of the water’s passage
dew collects on fading leaves
drops into the brush below
joining with the sounds of birds and squirrels
searching the forest floor
for nuts and berries to stock their winter stores
stirs wildlife to sing and call
their voices creating
a breathtaking cacophony
the music of Nature given life
Written in response to this week’s challenge at Velvet Verbosity, which gives us ‘listening’ as our prompt for the week. I found that this poem also easily fit New World Creative Union’s Wednesday Wakeup Call.
a witch lived in a cabin, tucked away, secluded
her only companions the creatures of the wood
her guardians the ever-present trees
she confided in the birds
was consoled by the flowers growing in her garden.
she lived a solitary life
or so you might think.
how can you say one is solitary
with the spirits of so many
present and accounted for?
when one speaks to the trees, to the birds
to the sweet speckled fawn
and the sleepy mother bear
is one truly alone?
the witch lived in the cabin
secluded in the woods
but not alone