The Black Forest

The black forest has two sides,
Outwardly bleak,
Yet with inner peace inside,

Outwardly the trees seem bleak,
With their thick weathered trunks,
Seasoned by winter's chill,
Blackened branches and brittle twigs,
Poised above the dead forest floor of leaves,

But there are eaves of tranquility too,
For one person or two,
A pair of lovers maybe,
Gaze at one another gladly,
Safe in their forest sanctuary,
As safe as nervous deer,

The quiet and isolation of here,
Provides opportune for a sense of calm,
Away from noisy politics,
Away from life's daily balm,
Sometimes opportunity to be alone with one's thoughts,

In this mad modern world,
At least we can still clutch at twigs,
Modern world play at your own foolish jigs.

Author's Note

What are your thoughts? Do you reside in a black forest of your own, or an equivalent; when wanting some respite..?

Reviews

[Seriana]

I see a naked tree in a cloudy meadow upon a foggy dawn. A large tree, standing alone except for the few stragglers willing themselves to grow aside. It is indeed a place of escape. A sanctuary. I liked this piece alot. The title drew me in. Thank you for your words!

[Twilight]

That's a genuine and thoughtful review, Seriana. Thankyou.

[lov]

for me, this is a love poem.
at first, these words portray a love between man and nature, but this seems odd somehow. something I don`t see nowadays anymore. but you just seem to catch it so easily. this love.

so I just imagine love between nature and nature. the saw and the wood. the headlights and the deer. Man and forest.

thank you for those words.

[Twilight]

Thanks for the positive and thoughtful review.