deep in the woods
By Grace B
Published 26 September 2023
The crisp wind whispers
Through the trees
The silent murmur
In the leaves
The cool water
Swirls around my hands
Sending pinpricks though my veins
The world around me is cold
And wet as its rains
A little raven calls throughout the lands
Deep in the woods
Under the tall canopy
Of deep green pines
Pushing through the hanging vines
I wonder
Not a single care about where I end up
Not a sound to be heard
Except the call of that very sad bird.