tales from the
butterscotch forest
.
i want to live
in the sky-ceilinged
shadows
.
wood nymph
flower girl
gatherer
.
resisting hope
is hopeless
while
everything grows
amidst decay
.
seeds and leaves
on the floor
of survival
.
i am this tree
that bird
those spiny cones
.
the light
reminds me
of everything
.
October 24th, 2013 at 9:10 am
the floor of survival. yes.
i will never look at pine needles the same way again. the light IS everything, and methinks you ARE a wood nymph.
October 24th, 2013 at 11:38 am
nice…i like the resisting hope being hopeless stanza….if i could i would be out in nature all day…it revives me…
October 24th, 2013 at 3:32 pm
A butterscotch forest? Have you any idea how lush and perfect that image is?
October 25th, 2013 at 8:23 am
. . . resisting hope is hopeless. Love the feel of this.
October 26th, 2013 at 11:17 pm
Mmmmm. Thank you for filling my evening with magic.
October 27th, 2013 at 4:10 am
Subtle and delicte. Delightful writing