A solitary space, shown for me
A space in the dark untrammeled woods
Off the path, in the deep
bathed in sunlight
Under the watch of maples and birch
A bed of lady slippers, set apart
Clustered like a twin-bed
Lit with filtered spring light
Planted for me to find
By myself, with my thoughts
Discoverer, tromping through
the mud of the season
Near the lost stone wall,
rusted wagon wheel
the glad of princess pine
and bale of barbed wire
By the lean-to I built
To get away, solace
Where I stayed overnight
Exploring the hill,
the bank below the rocks
I could find it still, I believe
I’m sure; I’ve shown others
Because magic can be held, gently,
and finding it means you can again
out in the woods
edited April 26, 2012
Original poem 3/26/2004
about walk in woods in Claremont, NH
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