Nature Beckons

Snow lays scattered on mountain edges Fog's thin skin rises from woodland heat Away from the city where peace alleges My troubled mind and I have come to meet Sun's splayed light filters through limbs that dance As songbirds sing out while in graceful flight I search through the trees, their farthest expanse Realize the city has drained my sight Alone where waterfalls pour long thin streams The woods beckon with tranquility To free my spirit, to allow for dreams My soul lays down in its serenity 1/9/19 contest Into the Woods