Alone in the woods
A cut in the bark
It weeps, it bleeds
Its golden sap.
Green needle scent
And a warm spring breeze
Deeper and darker she goes.
Crunch underfoot.
Light filters down
Through forest leaves
And dapples shadow
On fecund earth.
A cool spring breeze, and
Deeper and darker she goes.
A perching bird follows,
It twits, it flits,
On mites it feeds
Unearthed as she walks.
Pale wildflowers
And a cold spring breeze
Deeper and darker she goes.
A hush and a sigh
A mournful howl
A vague unease
In the shadowy green.
An outstretched branch
And a chill spring breeze
Deeper and darker she goes.