Subtle Forest Seasons

Poetry from nature's wonderland

Credit: L. Rhoades

---

Soft and sultry after the rains, the forest was soaked in mid-summer splendor

Where moss grew the path was silent

Caring not for the worrier inside the shoes

That scuffed and trod upon it till their weary breath was spent

When next they traverse its hallowed halls

The shush of rotting regalia will carpet their moves

And with a faint but subtle nose of bitter ice upon the breeze

They’ll wait for the passage of silvery-gray winter snows

Whose silent blanket drives the luscious evergreen to its knees

Until the wet and verdant greens of spring bring them back upon its paths again

---