Spirit of the Forest
The spirit of the forest appeared once briefly to me
I saw a wisp of a glimmer of a glimpse which no one else saw.
Or if they did, they would not admit it.
We were attempting to build a fire at the time.
We don’t need a fire, I told them, feeling angry.
For some reason, the spirit of the forest did not want one.
I was in a bad mood because they ignored me.
I saw an astronomical forest fire that kept burning.
We do not need a fire! I screamed, stalking off.
I could not get the feeling out of my head.
It was a spring day. The forest was not dry.
I have no idea why I felt so strongly about this.
Six months later, there was a huge forest fire that burned up this site.
I guess my precognition had kicked in.
I cannot get the spirit of the forest out of my head.
He and I had an affinity I guess. I wonder if he travels on when this happens
To another forest or to a heavenly realm?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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