Life of Her Own
Woods never asked to be this cold
At least the shivering has stopped
Maybe this is why the leaves are on the ground
The wild life is searching for warmth
Air is not yet bitter, but it will be tonight
My boots make satisfactory crunching noises
I stop and listen to the silence,
Have any other humans ever been here?
I take out my camera and begin to snap
Knowing the photos will surprise me
For they always take a life of their own
Not unlike these woods
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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