A space in the dark untrammeled woods
Off the path
Under the watch of maples and birch
A bed of lady slippers
Clustered like a twin-bed
Lit with filtered spring light
Planted for me to find
By myself, with my thoughts
Discoverer, tromping through the mud of the season
near the lost stone wall, rusted wagon wheel
and bale of barbed wire
By the lean-to I built
To get away
Where I stayed overnight
Exploring the hill,
the bank below the rocks
I could find it still, I believe
I’m sure; I’ve shown others
Because magic can be held
and finding it means you can again
out in the woods
(Raymond A. Foss)
More Poetry from Raymond A. Foss:
- Hearing their whispers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Hearing the martyrs, the heroes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Awkward Seasons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Sow Peace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Live Peaceably (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
- Standing When They Passed - v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)