Gathering Green, Notes From The Woods

Nothing glistens in the flat light

Gathering green
thigh-high ferns

The more I walk, the slower my heart beats

the soft pulse of an invisible plane,
the feather-dark boom of faraway thunder

A breath lighter than the moment before.

6 thoughts on “Gathering Green, Notes From The Woods

  1. This is lovely! Love the line “the feather-dark boom of faraway thunder”. Such a perfect description.

  2. Beautiful description of a lovely place! Your poem takes me back to the rain washed forest of my childhood! Thank you!

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