The Forest Loves to Play Her Game

A villanelle about the moving stillness of the forest.

The forest loves to play her game
From mountain pool to silver stream
Not again to be the same

As the morning light lays its claim
The lake water shines its golden gleam
The forest loves to play her game

Her creatures walk with steady aim
Mountains, too, as still they seem
Not again to be the same

I walk with them in quiet rain
Falling soft on treetops green
The forest loves to play her game

So it was before I came
So it’s been from time unseen
The forest loves to play her game
Not again to be the same

Author's Note

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