Deep In A Lonely Woods Poem by Barry Middleton

deep in a lonely woods
I came upon a clearing

I had been face to face
with all that I was fearing

I'd lost the way to home
I had not packed a light

now it was growing dark
and soon it would be night

there stood a silent fox
just frozen it its stride

I'd come upon it there
without a place to hide

so I was like a statue
to her a quaint illusion

I'd not disturb her world
regretting my intrusion

we both would learn a lesson
for time had slowed its pace

in that eternity
our fears would be erased

she bounded on her way
and then I stood alone

within the garden forest
that we have both called home