Haunted Woods

Upon twisted branch, and knotted bark The scattered sunlight breaks, Piercing through the tangled boughs In shifting, darkened shapes. Into the woods, dark, deep and old, Seen through a twilight veil, A fleeting glimpse, a movement A noise, a ghostly wail? Are spirits dancing through the woods As shadows cross the trees, Old broken limbs, misshapen How easily they deceive. Ancient trees on hallowed ground Ages have they stood, Generations past, and now Have walked, the haunted woods. Entry for Into the woods Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One. 6/1/19