Respite

Munificence of woods
forestalls growing angst,
imminence of need

Sheltered beneath
a canopy of leaves
I am armoured

paused
peaceful
reflecting

Tomorrow can wait.

(Image my own)

Losing Touch

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.)