Escape to the Woods!

Our poetry club went on a fall retreat earlier this month. We sat under the golden aspens and wrote poems for almost an hour. Afterwards, we read our poems and then listened to a friend play his twelve-string guitar. What a treat! I wrote these poems that beautiful afternoon.

#1

Golden leaves flutter

They timidly cling and shake.

Go, little birds. Fly!

#2

Five aspen trees grow from

        A single heart,

Like brothers and sisters playing

        Ring around the rosies.

But none fall down.

#3

In the silence under the trees, I hear the breeze tickle the quakies. I hear the shallow brook rippling over the rocks and I hear my own thoughts. They sound louder, clearer. In the silence under the trees, my voice is a sacrilege.  

#4

As time passes,

The cool breeze tells us it’s getting late.

We have to go back to our busy lives

Or do we?