The Forest Friend

Thursday, November 03, 2011

making little sound,
the vibrant leaves fall dying.
to the cold forest floor
like colored pinwheels, flying.
the glory and the color
leave many people sighing.
swiftly through the woods 
the leaves fall crisp and numbing.
can you heard the woodpeckers?
listen, they are thrumming. 
as i carry out my journey, 
i hear a distant humming. 
the sound of the rustling leaves
doesn't cover what i know
the sky is becoming dark 
i dearly hope it doesn't snow
peeking 'round the bend
i see a beconing glow 
what is this creature 
with a familiar face?
stepping near the brightness
a smile upon my face
i greet my forest friend
with a warm embrace.
making little sound,
the vibrant leaves fall dying.
to the cold forest floor
like colored pinwheels, flying.

 -the forrest friend - (c) Bree Holloway 2011

2 comments

  1. absolutely beautiful, you took me right to that very forest. : )

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  2. wow. that's a beautiful poem. i had no idea you wrote poetry too :)

    oh, by the way, you're a giveaway winner!!!

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