Poetry Beneath the Trees

i sit here alone in the woods the trees seem less full than my mind as they blush at me sunset like beneath autumn's wind the squirrel hurries along her way gathering nuts. as i gather thoughts i pause and breathe deep this cool air around me and i lose myself in nature my muse sings with the last of the birds nested in trees ready to take flight and i write poetry i am calm as my thoughts fall like little leaves beneath the wind i strip myself of colored thoughts and deep rooted pain like the trees i stand naked and free of weight i see more clearly the deer as they sneak past me i close my book and head home another day ends another poem born in the woods contest 9/6/13