I love the forest
I have that irrational urge
To lose myself there
I want to frolic
Roll in the flowers blooming
Talk to the wild ones
I feel like a child
Bathing naked in the stream
On a bright morning
Any season will do
Hold my face up to rainfall
Bask in summer’s sun
How alive I am
When birds twitter their friendship
Filled with belonging
How I love autumn
Blanketed with fallen leaves
Such is rest for me
I love the forest
It’s my reason for living
There’s room there for me
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The last line make me both smile and a little sad - you have such a glowing heart..any forest would make room for you and be glad that you are there too
ReplyDeleteNothing irrational about that. I would counsel you wait for warmer weather but it is a minor point.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a little room in the forest to cheer the soul!
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant yet beautiful poem :D especially love " How alive I am when birds twitter their friendship, filled with belonging." Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Tis good to see you happy and at peace with the forest. The sea does that for me.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason it's the last stanza that ties it up for me... We do seek that room don't we?
ReplyDeleteI too love the forest, I agree with Bjorn the last stanza really speaks to me as there is room there for me to grow.
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing we're meant to do... have conversations with the wild flowers! So good!
ReplyDeleteevery flower there has honeyed peace and tranquility in them...a beautiful poem Robin...
ReplyDeleteI love this, the joy, the sense of belonging, communing with the wild ones. Wonderful, Robin. I feel like I was there too.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the upbeat tone of this poem. One can find joy in any season, and you expressed that oh so well.
ReplyDeleteOh I am swooning to these words...as if I were singing them with you...that last stanza says it all!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful haiku sequence - each haiku, beautiful and evocative on its own ... and yet dovetailing splendidly with the next.
ReplyDeleteI want to frolic
ReplyDeleteRoll in the flowers blooming
Talk to the wild ones
Would love that too Robin! Nothing like having child-like yearnings!
Hank
I am a child of the ocean and of the forest. When I was young, we roamed free in both--there is a longing in this piece that I felt for my home--really lovely piece
ReplyDeleteI love the forest too, and love all your descriptions. The photo could have been taken in a forest that my back gate opened onto, once upon a time.
ReplyDeleteLove this, a unity with woodland and forests, and to talk with the spirits that dwell there is a wonderfull feeling of which you've encased within the piece.
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me long for a walk through a forest, just to experience the sense of peace you have described.
ReplyDeleteI love what you wrote her...the forest is, in many ways, a home to me.
ReplyDeleteyour words made me have that irrational urge too, but our forests here (yes, there are) are dark and damp and mosquito infested. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the forest too and I've been yearning to go up north where my favorite forest spot is calling to me. But, husband is sick, so I must wait. You write so beautifully about this urge. It makes me grateful to read your words and know that I'm not alone in my yearning.
ReplyDeleteA forest room sounds perfect!
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