In Stealth I Sit, In Forest Deep Poem by C R Clark

In Stealth I Sit, In Forest Deep

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In stealth I sit, in forest, deep
Ere the light of morning
As clouds collect, my spirit craves
The shower, fast approaching

A cloak of olive casts facade
Amorphous, I appear
No form, but dry, beneath the folds
To bask in heaven’s joyful tears

Fedora’s brim beneath the hood,
From eyes, the drib, restrains
And clamor fades to inner peace
With the patter of the rain

Copyright C R Clark-5/7/2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dee Daffodil 25 January 2009

What a contented peaceful feeling this projects. Lovely Hugs, Dee

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Thad Wilk 09 May 2008

A capturing write Richard! Super metaphors on how you feel, deep, hidden, in the forest! Great read ! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad

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