I’ve decided that along with my posts musing about the God-given purpose I believe each human is infused with, I’ll post my poetry too! My poetry could either be better or so much worse than I think it is, but I won’t know until I get more eyes on them. So, here goes nothing! First poem for the public…
Symphony of the Woods
Foot over root,
Soggy earth,
Cragged rock,
Mossy carpet.
Above me
Emerald leaves
Waving, dipping,
Ducking, bowing
From the breeze,
Soft, but domineering,
Unpredictable with
It’s shifting moods;
The rain too,
With it’s
Contrasting personality;
A pattern of
Consistent strikes
Against defenseless
Leaves.
Such abuse
Has never
Been lovely
In any other
Form.
