Poem – Lady in the Forest
For earth day…
I awoke in the boreal forest
white pine reaching skyward, a canopy of shadow
a secret deep within the green walls, reflected hues off
the morning dew, shimmers when the wind arrives
I sought guidance from the lady
the lady in the forest
with streaking blood red locks
a look of calm across pursed lips
the lady in the forest does not sleep
does not cry, does not leave, she stands
tall atop cut face rock, meandering river of gold
flowing swiftly beneath her feet
the lady in the forest breathes
deeply, yet with silence
gentle are her words encircling
the fauna and flora inhabiting the superior forest
the lady in the forest sighs twice each day
in the morning when the first ray is cast
and in the evening when the
midnight sun assumes its place in the Heavens
Beautiful poem. I sigh at those times also. I try to be present for sunrise as often as I can. I love listening to the birds wake up the day with their morning songs.
Thank you kindly for visiting and commenting. It is an amazing experience to witness the morning as the land comes alive.
That is so beautiful I want to go and rest at her feet!
Thank you. She is everything, and is serene, peaceful, and a protector. She is nature.
She is mother to all.