Poem – Woods July 3, 2015williamricci In the woods we take the worn path of hard dirt and decaying leaves following the recent activities of coyotes. Consistent and plentiful rain has filled in empty spaces with the silent guardians reaching to the morning sun. Morning Sun Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...