Friday, January 15, 2016

Call of the Woods

leaf-lush primal joy,
a magnet,
drawing woodmen
from their galley desks
by wide-eyed

forest bound
and snug,
wound tight
but natural
in tree cloak

all still
in the magic
of the first light
the world
as we were meant
to see it—
waking, alive,
and ripe
for the taking

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