Notes About The Poem
22 Feb 26
5th place
Woodland At Nightfall
My life, unlived...nonetheless
here I am lingering without a care,
in the tender swerve of nightfall
winging into the fog thrown
by the spreading corolla
of a woodland's alchemy:
It's jungle-coiled leaves
the size and shape
of an iquana's ear watercolors me
in a marsh of dappled streams.
For a while, I am captivated
by this display, my soul deeply focused
on a moment daringly alive
through the landscape wildly daring,
that my pulse begins to throb again
with the lightness of a world's being.
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