Snaking my way
through a forest trail,
through groves of lush green trees
in a wooded terrain,
a quiet fragrant morning,
muffles of crunchy fallen leaves
crystalline pellets of dewdrops and hail
I traverse a solitary split-second
beholding a stream, a thought train…
Listening perhaps for the first time,
to the voice of an echoing whisper
reverberating somewhere in my
tranquil heart space,
jingling and jangling as the
twinkling of the stars,
reminding me of an invisible grace!
Monday, April 3, 2023
A FOREST TRAIL | NaPoWriMo Poem #3
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