Poem: Wary Forest

Wary Forest

 

fins of shadow

slip under a boulder

near a silent 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

from suspicious, mutable heads.

hibernating centipedes

tucked in coiled dens,

sentinel frosty secrets,

and yet most of all

the sunlight seems a guilty butler,

winsome through the boughs,

cheerful almost,

so many sparkles in its eyes

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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)