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A forest at sunset. Time is nearly reset. Reality blurs. The inevitable occurs. The last thing I know Is the sun’s orange halo Pushing through the trees, And the only one who sees Is me. Continue reading End
Tag: forest
Metaphor
On my back I see the elite of the forest, a select scattering of eye-catching sun-dappled green on blue, supported beneath by dark, anonymous branches. I sit up and my view scrolls to see branches merge into trunks overshadowed by … Continue reading Metaphor
Forest Path
Today I return to poetry. This was an unintended poetry practice. I was shuffling through my horde of photos looking for one to use with the prose poetry I’ve been experimenting with lately and realized I had a lot of … Continue reading Forest Path
Staring Out A Window 