By torchlight

Every blade walked by,
a whisper caught in the fields.

Last night I thought
of trees framing a lost refuge,
leaves like circling hands, ensuring
all did not collapse away
to some imagined non-existence.

Grasses swam hush time around,
bent their fixed evening
my way, and then wild carpeted
in empathy once more.

Seemingly undirected
a night scene leaned in from above
and openly listened; each star
an acknowledging blink.

Past times in nature nodded black,
quite stopped me in my tracks
and I had to walk from here to there.

Every blade walked by,
a whisper caught from the fields.

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One thought on “By torchlight

  1. Stephanie says:

    What beautiful imagery. A lovely depiction of the aliveness of nature.

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