Though Trees Walking
Lost I walk
through dark silent forest
where no breath of breeze
does rustle leaves
sunlight muted
comes down softly
muting colors
and shadows soft
In the distance
quiet babbling
of distant waters
flowing by
dark and moist
goes a pathway
trodden by
many feet
in the distance
like soft mist flowing
wisps of whiteness
I behold
shaping mist
taut tight curving
flowing lines
I do see
colors muted
half way seeing
hints of wonders
I would see
flowing onward
from me leaving
going on
in still air
seeking after
to find the pathway
to follow after
where it might be
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2023
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