At Forest's Fringe
At forest's fringe
When I picked crocuses
in 2001,
my thoughts were strange,
some memories gone.
I looked to the sky
without being shy
and looked for apples and hay.
I crossed the forest,
the air was still warm,
but sudden cold winds
brought me shiver and
turned into storm.
A deer looked at me
from its shelter behind.
I did not disturb it
and returned back home.
found even some mushrooms
of different kind.
Copyright © Gert W. Knop | Year Posted 2009
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