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Out of the woods , by Gordon Edwards

Out of the Woods 4

Out of the Woods

Gordon Edwards

Out of the woods
the trail turns,
the field rises
verdant,
dormant grass
now impetuous,
wet with morning drizzle;
the path narrows,
a bevy of birds
an urgent chorus,
moisture seeps
thru the eyelets
of my shoes

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My socks are damp,
the bottom of my jeans
capillaries,
the bark on my
walking stick
peeling away,
a dry stream bed now
gargles;
all is naked,
insistent;
I float
thru morning,
become a lifting fog

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4 responses

  1. poppytump

    Oh haven’t we all just been there at some time Nigel ! Lovely words by Gordon Edwards with your photos .

    November 24, 2015 at 7:43 pm

    • Hello Poppy πŸ™‚

      Thank you , I love both poem and the forests of west cork in this image !

      November 25, 2015 at 4:46 pm

  2. Once again you stun me with your beautiful images Nigel. Perfect pairing with Mr. Edwards poem.

    November 24, 2015 at 10:59 pm

    • Hi Mary πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you for such a great comment , very welcome and I am very pleased you enjoyed this post πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      November 25, 2015 at 4:48 pm

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