SEDATELY SAUNTERING

Brambling buckets of blackberries

Hands torn by thorns
Moving from bushy density
To towering treeful forest
Lightning-struck structures
Of burned bark becoming
Horizontal forest barriers
Keeping some out
Some in
But either way we can win
Crackling clumps of leafy deciduosity
Red-orange-green
Self-composted bridges breaking
Bubbled muddy carpetry
Winding through lean, mean lanes
And I hear my name
Sung through dappled sunshine
Leading me mysteriously
As I walk erect and brave
Passing hidden graves of
Unknown feathered poets
Who serenaded their ribbon
Of life's silken road
Composing high-strung music
Of unrecognized joy and tears...'

(c) 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Swamp Forest 1
Previously published by The Poet By Day 2020