Forest and the Storm
Looking Back at Forest and the Storm
Friday morning and lightning rippled the sky
as I stood under a vast canopy
rustling leaves spoke
and I wondered
how to write a poem
with so much to say
the forest breathed
It was a Friday, the last day of the work week
waiting to go home but I listened
to the wind speak
in a language
I couldn’t understand
and rain pattered leaves
as it surrounded me
Back home I lived a life of mortals
did laundry, and saw friends
with so much to say
about my life with trees
and they were calling
me back
the language of gods
* braided haibun form
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
