Do you ever stroll at sunset
through the long woods behind your house
where hoot-owls swoop
among the darkening trees?
Do you pause and listen to the rustle
and scurry of unseen feet, the various
mutterings of the forest?
And, as the last light fades, do you
feel suddenly afraid, yet strangely alert
to the nightlife around you?
If you do, you will know what I'm talking about:
the electric thrill of freedom, the elemental rush
of tuned senses as the soft night breezes
ruffle your hair and the mossy ground sinks beneath you.
The stars flicker above you, seen intermittently
through the lacy trellis-work of the treetops
and the moon casts a silver net of radiance.
Moon-moths brush against your cheeks
and somewhere a nightbird calls a piercing note;
a lonely, yet exhilerating, sound.
And you will know you are in
your rightful place, at one with
the forward momentum of life,
as the trees around you are anchored
in the rich dark loam of the forest,
and the wind of time shakes your bones
with the knowledge of your affinity
to the wild pulse of the earth,
your dark and fertile mother.
Author notes
I have read and commented on "Older than Words" by Danna Hobart.
A contest entry
- In Honor of Danna Hobart My AP Mentor by Carly Pop.
450 points, ended October 28, 2007, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Result Of Boredom: A "Whatever" Contest by Exodus.
525 points, ended January 25, 2008, 49 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh my Bill!! This is amazing.I relate well to this wonderful piece.You have captured the raw beauty of an evening stroll and the magic of it all. Superb....Good luck with this ..a definate winner in my book...mal
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Great!
thank you for your fantastic poem! Please don't forget to comment on one of Danna's poems.
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