A Florida Woodland Reverie
Forest floor matted with the detritus of time;
Underworld denizens in their castles sublime.
Tight aerial ropes, loosely dangling from above,
A veritable paradise; proof of His Love.
Brilliant gems of the summer bedazzling our eyes;
Summer's regalia, like the alligator's sigh,
Verdant ferns lining, ev'ry shaded nook and path,
Drenching rains of the Season - a midsummer's bath.
Canopies of the summer's sweet, succulent grapes,
Black ribbons slithering in the warmth of a brake.
Burrows of the Gopher each protected by man;
Titillating wild blueberries in the hot sands.
Grand ole' sentinels towering o'er all below,
Proper and distinctive in their very best clothes.
Their paper facades their very essence of being;
Loyal cones in their summits, all overseeing.
Little masked creatures, eyes spying out from the bush,
Betrayed by their brashness, becoming a blush.
Any tidbits released, they're right there on the spot;
Cute as a pup, these miniature bandits are not.
Serenity surpassing all else you may search,
A Red-Crested Woodpecker smiles down from his perch.
Lost in the riddle of a woodland reverie,
An unforeseen moment of treasured memories.
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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