Beneath the Canopy
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" The forests are my bones "
I find the beauty of shadows and shades
beneath the canopy painted in dappled light
from the glorious glowing spokes
of a celestial sphere
that creates an elegant twilight realm
where my spirit is held captive
by the warm arms of changing hues
that comforts me in a quiet solitude
of reverence
as I walk the untrodden path
where limbs float on the wind
allowing sunlight to wash across the forest floor
like a glittering fragmented tide
to warm wild berries and ferns
that peacefully lay between the thickets
that stretch through the emerald forest
of standing trees
that my heart and soul...call home
8/4/22
contest Let your muse be inspired-R-form...Romanticism
sponsor Constance La France
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2022
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