The evening was cool, dark and heavy, I took the path less trodden by leading into the dense, deep, dark forest;
From a distance I could hear the breaking of the waves. Alas!! How fortunate they are…..! I don’t have a shore to break myself…….. I could feel the dense fog and heavy mist gradually precipitating on my heavy heart. Strong winds blew through, caressing my cold and untouched soul; The rustling leaves made a melodious tune to my numb ears. I romanticized with myself and……
It was me all alone……mesmerised by the ambience, depth of my solitude —- a path less trodden by in an evening in the woods………………….
A walk in the woods. Thunder in the distance. Lighting dancing, edging dark clouds. Soft rain thru the pines. Boughs dripping in the pond. Birds sounding bird talk. Many languages to be heard. Frogs in the pond announcing their attendance.
She went into the woods, Running till she breathed her last… She was thunderstruck and horrified to the core!!! Like she was hiding from the demons which abode in her She was distressed; thinking about what the future beheld for
In late Spring when heros scream A source of sophistication from faint misery Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside Woods in growing habitation & silence
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,