Twilight Forest
A poem
A poem
Trees stretch skyward, limbs silhouetted.
Flasks of light through fluttering leaves
birth shadows that dance and trick,
blurring the path ahead.
Honeyed air, humming with secrets,
saturates the soft moss,
as whispers from branches and brambles
brush this scented hollow.
Insects keep a slow rhythm,
a strident warning, wafting
their musky scent close,
while a silvered globe
broods, and holds its breath.