A Poem for February 1st

Today’s poem is for inspiration during winter moments indoors when it is too cold outside, but we’re craving time in nature.

The secret of the woods

As a child I looked to wood nymphs for inspiration
It was the natural extension of observing the clouds,
the light flickering through white soapy suds above
my young bright eyes
until they averted to the side and fell over the gentle
and dark calming slope of an oak tree.

Gold orbs in the sky became
magnificent sparks flying around branches
like an effervescent melody that beckoned
my soft and eager limbs
towards the magical forest

Don’t tell a tree it does not belong where it wants to be,
its confident and wise roots reach far and wide into the Earth
curling around other trees in a benevolent hand shake
of encouragement and friendship

With the tune of the wood nymphs dancing around branches,
I flung my head back and twirled around the trees,
in communion with their joy
my toes barely touching the ground

Now I look out a window in a metal cityscape
towards a cotton ball cloud punctuating the blue sky in the distance.
I think back to the firefly flicker of wood nymphs in the forest
and my legs and arms dancing with abandon

I feel the curve of my favorite tree
its soft leaves falling over me
and I rest my cheek on its reassuring trunk
my limbs now ready to leap into the forest of sparkling gold
for daydreaming and inspiration.

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