Photo by Marvin Zettl on Unsplash
Silence holds the woods today
Just a whisper of wind
Walking North
The soft crunch of dried leaves
Announces my steps
Turkeys roam fields to the West
I climb over fallen trees
Reminders of an old storm
A slow river wanders East
Hidden by vines along its banks
Sandhill cranes fly South
Searching for warmth
Leaving me
Somewhat lost but also found
At the center of this compass rose
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Archery Owl
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Comments (3)
Your imagery brings the entire woodland scene alive with such quiet strength. The use of directional movement as a narrative device beautifully anchors the reader in a reflective journey.
You perfectly captured the silent majesty of the woods and the comforting rhythm of nature. Finding yourself "somewhat lost but also found at the center of this compass rose" is such a wonderful sentiment.
Lovely - but a question: the four directions are forming the rose? I like the visuals of no wind and crunch and I can hear the cranes vocalizing as they fly.