
The birds sang
An eventful march
That echoed among trees
Seeting strides
As we entered the forest
Relishing the silence
Of a world away
Where human guards
Are sent on vacation
And smiles are true
In answer to
Swaying grasses- speaking limbs
Trickling streams
A step back
To a starting point
Where possibilities abound
And choices seem endless-
Crossroads meeting
Creating adventures
We suddenly allow time for-
Clocks frozen in response
To shining sun
And the growing of nature's stems-
A world welcoming us
After we shunned it-
A world bringing peace
That sits in our souls
Until moonlight creeps in
Setting shadow beside-
When rain comes in
To cleanse our prints
From forest floor
And we are erased
Like we've erased others.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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I love this poem, especially where you end with those last two lines. All memory of our time there is erased from the forest, just as we have erased so many others from our lives, our histories, our world.