The Forgotten Leaf
From autumn's aged bough I took my flight,
Through woodland streams where whispered waters gleam;
I sought fair spring beyond the grasp of night,
Yet none would pause to share my silent dream.
The birds and winds became my faithful guide,
Through frost and bloom, through summer's golden fire;
Still every passing soul unseen would glide,
Nor lift my name from sorrow's darkened mire.
A lily asked, "Why grievest thou alone?"
I sighed, "My heart's a haunted palace still;
Where joy once reigned, cold silence claims the throne,
And empty halls obey forgotten will."
The world saw waste where one young child found art;
Thus lost leaves live forever in one heart.
Laughing liquid lyrics ring
along rough pebbled passage;
dappled light filters lace leaves
kissing smiling lips and cheeks;
summer stain lingers where you touched
soft skin with wild berry fingers.
Copyright, July 8, 2026
‘neath a mighty oak tree,
a squirrel and a raccoon
found a flag and together said,
“This flag belongs to you and me!”
The racoon hugged the stripes,
red and white from tail to toe
“These colors stand for
bravery we ought to show!”
The squirrel draped the stars,
blue and bright across his chest,
proudly he puffed and shouted,
“These stand for freedom at its best!”
Although their steps were silly,
and their hats were leaves,
they carried freedom’s colors
with patriotic hearts on furry sleeves.
There once was a squirrel named Pam,
a scatter-brained woodland glam with no plan.
she’d skitter and squeak,
go speechless for weeks,
then pose precious-cute just because she can.
woodland witch faerie in her gauzy gown
swept through the forest on her way to town
she was a delight to most of our eyes
a Halloween miracle, hailed from the skies
woodland witch faerie rarely appears
I think she only makes contact every fifty-three years
I feel excited that I got to see her today
she was dressed beautifully I noted as she headed my way
when she appears, the prophecies of kindness show through
She is a magical being who has a heart pure and true
her advice is sage, and her ambiance is amazingly kind.
Though she is a witch, her presence, no one doth mind.
A pine cone falls
on a silvan carpet
and transmutes
into jade, crystalline gems
shot through with stars
and moonflower smiles
in the fairy carousel
by fevered candlelight
of reverie.
lush glistening ferns
cool rain strums the fiddleheads~
woodland melody
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.
I am riding on determination and courage,
Going to cross the mysterious woodland.
Across the river, I met with luck and opportunity.
"Don’t go there alone," they warned me,
"For many before you went,
But lost their lives in the dim light of the dreary forest.
The ways are ambiguous,
The paths are winding,
And haunting sounds echo through the air.
Ride with us—leave behind determination and courage.
We’ll give you a smooth journey,
Free of afflictions and troubles.
The woods know us well,
And we’ll turn the woodland into a wonderland."
I paused for a while and closed my eyes.
My mouth was silent, but my heart began to speak:
"Graceful and successful people always choose the difficult path.
They do not rely on luck and opportunity—
And that makes all the difference.
Triumph demands courage and determination,
Not luck and opportunity."
I opened my eyes with renewed resolution
And a clearer vision.
I continued my journey with courage and determination,
Leaving luck and opportunity behind.
the solitude of a woodland walk is where my spirits are lifted
he rummages through my trash at night
scurrying off in mist of daybreak
I rarely catch his masked face,
but sometimes glimpse his striped tail
he brings the family, they scavenge together
slapping each other when a cracker is larger than another
I watch them and laugh, they are entertaining
my woodland raccoons
perky yellow woodland sunflower
you grew renegade at the side of my Kansas woods
against the backdrop of the forest, you look amazing
glowing in the colors of an August sun
you are reputed to be an invasive plant
welcome to my meadow, you bring me joy
invade away, with my blessing
fairy couple beaming
queen anne's lace wedding gown
tiny woodland bells
Beautiful sound of the birds singing,
The trees and flowers gently dancing and waving.
Plants magically growing from seeds,
Dark coloured bark and green leaves on the trees.
The sun glowing so brightl,
A walk in the forest is such a delight,
Gentle breeze blowing through your hair,
So peaceful, you are glad to be there.
How many years have these trees been around??
Art in the fallen leaves on the ground!!!
Crackling noise when walking, hear the sound,
Many pretty pine cones can be found!!!
A walk in the forest, such a joy to see,
A woodland adventure, come and join me!!!
A giant lived among the trees
a woodland home of oak and elm
of birch, of sycamore, a roof of leaves
but treelings bothered, pestered him
did run amok, did taunt and tease
play and run around his feet
did kick a shin, too tall his knees
go treelings in their raucous fun
but temper fraying, he, of them
and anger growing, angry on
picked and grabbed all one by one
raised them up with giant arm
shout and cry he threw them far
so far away, so far to land
but land they did where little lived
and there be strewn amid the fern
and that is why, dear all, you see
a clump of trees seem randomly
growing where no others come
a curious copse of trees alone
because a giant threw them
far from home
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