Out of the woods , by Gordon Edwards
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
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
Nigel Borrington 
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 🙂
Thank you , I love both poem and the forests of west cork in this image !
November 25, 2015 at 4:46 pm
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 🙂 🙂
Thank you for such a great comment , very welcome and I am very pleased you enjoyed this post 🙂 🙂
November 25, 2015 at 4:48 pm