I thought I'd put my heart into a poem,
and take it to the forest, dark and deep,
find the mossy path, the broken limb,
a perch from which to read the trees to sleep.
So sonorous, all words verdant and green,
so soft the moss, the pages all between.
I turn them, leaf and fern, salal and flower,
sweet and protected, in my leafy bower.
The dark will tiptoe in on doe-like feet,
will settle tenderly upon the boughs,
and I softly away, and smiling sweet,
the forest safe and dreaming deep, for now.
Oh forest dear, my sanctuary blessed,
it is to you I come, when I seek rest.
LOVE this sonnet, especially the last couplet, but all of the visual leafy stimulants, too. I love the dark tiptoeing in, the pages in the moss, reading the trees to sleep. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis sonnet is the happy home for contentment, luxury, delight and bliss. Such beauty, Sherry : "So sonorous, all words verdant and green, / so soft the moss, the pages all between......"
ReplyDeleteThe dark comes on little doe feet. I love it!
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I love "The dark will tiptoe in on doe-like feet." What a wonderful simile. This is such a soft and restful poem, Sherry.
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