Poem: Wary Forest

Wary Forest

 

fins of shadow

slip under a boulder

near a poker face of snow.

this wary forest,

it must know something,

spruce lichened with odd smiles,

needles sensitive as goosebumps.

 

mice-like feet of wind

scurry through the treetops.

clouds equivocate

with their suspicious, mutable heads.

a hibernation of centipedes

tucked in coiled dens,

sentinel such frosty secrets,

and yet most of all

sunlight seems the sly butler,

winsome through the boughs,

cheerful almost,

too much sparkle in its face.

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6/21/24 .. a few mods... "sly butler" .. the idiom of the guilty bulter 'the butler did it'

12/12/23 ... totally rewrote this poem again ... absolutely reconstructed.  still  doubt it is any good.  how can I tell when I can't even trust myself?

11/20 ultra-significant mods, including taking the first stanza and making it the fourth stanza.  (yep)