The Walk In The Woods

The Walk in the Woods

by Pauline Harris

Leaves scattered

Along the path

Rocks deeply embedded

Wind rushing through

Whistling in the branches

I stumble and falter

Tired from the trek

On a tree stump, I sit

My gaze wonders

Around my area


Onto a flower

Laying quietly

Still near water

A puddle in a stump

As if it is floating

And yet so still


The water reflecting

All surrounding it

Deeply lucid

Encompassing

Vastness

And my gaze goes inwards


As if falling until

A drip of water

Lands upon my face

Waking me

From the daydream

And left me to ponder

Where to go next

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The Hidden Garden Door

Dew greeted me this morning
As the thickening fog
Slowly began to lift
Awakening the critters
Amongst the bushes
Along the trail
Deep inside the woods
Listening intently
For anyone following me
Knowing full well
Someone someday
May discover this secret passageway
And then they will discover
The hidden door to the garden
Not just any garden
This one has roses of every shade
Yes even deep dark black ones
Pansies and tulips
Daffodils and posies
Amongst the flowers is a garden
Herbs and veggies to delight
A small sanded area with some rocks
I have made this area a zen garden
A tree with a swing allows fun
All in all the garden is a peaceful hideaway
Maybe someday I will share
Bu for now it lives
Only in my dreams
By Pauline Harris

A Walk in the Woods

Keeping up with the nice day
I thought a walk in the woods
Would settle my desires for adventure
Gathering my walking stick and water
I venture into the woods nearby
Careful to walk amongst the path
Stories of people going missing
Have plagued my mind with some fears
Tempted to calm myself I walk on
Deeper within and loosing the way
A clearing up ahead with a massive
Overly huge pile of wood, or so I thought
Closer inspection the pile is a gigantic pig made of wood
Not real says my mind, until it
Moves
Gathering muster
I attempt to run
Confused
About which way
To go really
And frightened
I cower there
The gigantic pig
Moves closer,
But is stopped
By the trees
Collecting my hope
I got up and away
Running towards the trees
Knowing they will guide me
Away from this crazy gigantic pig
And to my home and land
Home and grateful, I am home
By Pauline Harris

The Cottage In the Village

Just over the fence
To walk through the woods
Up the giant hill
To the village for the market
Someone hollered
I, in a rush, could not
Would not turn around
The market is only open
For such a short time today
No time to waste
On my way, on my way
Dinner will be served
Much later today
Biscuits and pumpkin corn chowder
Yum, yum
Fragrant roses on the vine
Catch my nose then my eyes
Such beauty both in aroma and grace
Must move onto the market
Need some oat flour
And fresher churned butter
Milk and honey
Chirps coming from the budgies
Fluttering their wings
Whistles and howls from the guys
Getting back on track
Whispering wind is picking up
A chill buries into my bones
A teardrop from the sky
More heading down this way
Bus shelter nearby huddled me close
Resting and keeping dry
Thoughts of the day
Run through my head
Sitting down, I reflect
The joys found in moments
Just like this make life worthwhile
Grateful for these days
In so many ways
…by Pauline Harris

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