Morning Stroll

A Poem by Cheyenne

Am I lost?

Ice dripping, my own footsteps crunching,

Trees surround me from every angle.

Late winter's wind softly tugs my hair

Crisp and cool in the early morning sunlight.

The sapphire sky allows the damp, dark trees to begin to dry.

Deep shadows fall on my face as I look to their leader,

He stands tall and proud, with branches reaching like arms to his fellow companions.

Am I lost?

No, I am one with the woods.

© 2016 Cheyenne

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SmittyJas

Nature walk in the woods does good for once heart mind and soul. Blessing come from a walk in the morning dew after a little rain.

Posted 8 Years Ago

SleeplessVolcano

You have expressed these vivid emotions beautifully. We tend to always assume that "being found" or "being in the right place" is somewhere known, or at what we would normally call "home".

But we often have to go through these doubting emotions to discard so many layers of fake sophistication - our comfort zone obsessions with our likes and dislikes and beliefs that we are invincible.

How peacefully ironic, that when we seem weak, or insignificant in our perceived state of geographical confusion, the sunshine of revelation expresses a knowledge of how special a moment "in the middle of nowhere" can be......:)

I make a point to discover more and more places like these each year.....I'll pencil in on my bucket list to find one with snow too :)