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Just a Walk in the Woods
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Just a Walk in the Woods |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She walks in forest Lost in thought of her lover No pause for a rest He has gone to another; The moist of the dew Covers the still green grasses Wetting slippers blue Leaves a trail as she passes From forest meadow To the autumn colored wood Of deeper shadow Going farther than she should. The afternoon goes Sun tinting the twilight skies The chilling wind grow Roosting birds take final flies To high branches nest To bed and wait out the night; Sleeping would be best But she walks through dimming light She’s going away From the cottage once her home From departure day From where he left her alone. Autumn grows cold Thin dress is no protection Her heart’s heat is stole And burns with no emotion, But dies like the day Darkening each step of night Warmth has gone away Further she leaves her hearth light. The night has chill breeze But she feels nothing at all Hears the shiver of the trees And nightingale’s call. The darkness complete Exhaustion has stopped her there, He falls to the peat Lost in the woods of nowhere. Autumn rapes forest Pulling down the bold display To drop to caress She to whom has lost her way And blanket her sleep Retains the last of body heat, Through the night to keep Till next morning she can meet. With morning comes new, Sunbeams search to warm her bed, She is chilled all through And darkness still fills her head, She’s no forgot now She had not perished that night, Body’s forgot how But her spirit still will fight So she then rises To walk deeper in shadows Sadness reprises Going to where not she knows Just walking onward Through the forest and meadow Away not towards Direction by where wind blows, Wanders like before Each day a sunrise and set There is nothing more Lost is longing and regret. Night comes earlier With the passing of the year Trees now familiar The first frosts begins to shear Slippers faded white Washed by the frost takes the blue Fading more each night Her being washed away too She sleeps now in day Wandering with setting sun, Always moves away, Humanity she does shun. Elements not felt The first snow touches her skin Does not start to melt Just carried off on North wind To gather in leaves To cover the now brown forms Piled by Winter breeze. The weak sun no longer warms Barely lights the day Allowing cold to rule the night And chill children play Beneath moon and faint starlight. Occasionally At twilight is seen moving A ghost pale is she Always in forest roving Keeping from humanity. Gloom |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like the way you speak out your emotions and feelings. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Some days I walk alongside her. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I know her....very well. Wonderful write Gloom...fantastic imagery. Much enjoyed. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
You poems are lovely, Prof, and always telling interesting stories. |
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