i went down to the wood today


A Bow

To the one side of the wood are
The two trees together preparing
For the soft leaving. It seems the
Boughs are bound now to the slow
Witterings that are daring death to
Finally attempt the sure cleaving.
It will happen I know.
I know it will happen.
It will be.
And I must bow to it knowing
The meaning of wanting nothing
More than saplings to arrive.
Eventually.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-27 at 22:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, Linda. It's good to have you back.
2011-12-28


countryfog
Perhaps as nowhere else does one see in the woods life in death, resurrection from decay. Virtually everything in our lives comes from the ground and goes back into it, including our own "soft leaving." There is perspective and philosophy here that I completely embrace.
2011-12-28


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
This one got me thinking, I will *bookmark* it and reread it another day:) thank you for sharing!
2011-12-28