The Forest

The forest lined with sky high pines

Branches that creep under the snow

An autumn breeze

Lightens the wilderness

Its stark emptiness



Footing through white grace

Our hands united

In passion

Love and understanding

Where nature accepts us


Tainted echoes of earths rumbling stomach

Ripping through the crevices

To flowing waters

South of my hearts

Content pain

For your presence


The forest is wild and free

I found my old memory

Sitting still on a wedged shelf 

Beneath frosted limbs 

Of their imagination.

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