POETRY IN THE FOREST
We are proud to announce a new feature to the Sanguine Root. We are accepting poems about the topics we discuss. Please feel free to send us your poems, and we can publish them in Poetry in the Forest.
|The Woods Wait
The brook has overflowed
Tomorrow the hunting season begins.
Regret is not enough now. The woods
The Witch Hazel Grove
Deep in the woods behind the house
past the streams and beyond the Mountain Laurel
there is a grove of witch hazel.
Oval and with space between the bushes
which stand tall and sway gently
as we move among them.
This grove is surrounded with an aura
of gentleness and silence. Not like
a single bush or a lone tree.
This is a meditation place
there is a center here and the woods
grow around it.
Time may slow down. Small forest
mice feel safe. Overhead the trees
lean in a simple bow.