Sure-footed
she navigates
forest floor
leaps over
obstacles,
scales inclines
knows each
nook and cranny
every sound
a greeting
but seasons pass
and time erodes
landscapes
and senses
lose sharpness
the nuances
of the woods
fading memory
the wind’s whispers
elusive signals
inner nymph silenced.
(For Ragtag Community’s Daily Prompt: elusive. Image from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 
I love this, V.J. I would like to find my inner nymph again.
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We seek her here in a different set of woods, I think Eugenia. Thanks.
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Beautiful, reminds me of my days of hiking. I would like to soon go hiking again! 🙂
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Thanks. Hope you do.
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This is so beautiful, yet so sad….. Leaves me longing for that inner nymph again…. You are supremely talented, my friend!
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Thank you so much!
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Nymph !! That’s great thinking 👍
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Thank you!
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It is when she gets silenced that she becomes most powerful.
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What an empowering thought – thanks Cindy!
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The inner nymph was unexpected, and I had to think about it and come back to it. But you’re right; the inner nymph is sure-footed, confident, and fearless in the woods, her natural element.
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One of my given names also means “nymph”, so I feel extra connected to her.
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How lovely!
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Ah, the passage of time, so much becomes elusive-and some of it becomes new again!
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True, it does. This path leading to the water did elude me, prompting the poem.
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