The Woods Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The woods are there for walking
Outside the city
My breathe begin to tranquillize
From the hammering nervousness of town

Down
The
Soft
Valley
There’s
Still
Time
Left
Till
Dusk
And
Vespers
I
Will
Return
Then
Thistles
On
My
Feet
Hurried
Walking
Down
Down
Crushing
At
Times
With
sighs
a
rose
here
a
violet
there
I
Nearly
Fell
Off
To
Avoid
Colliding
In a hedgehog….

Time passes
Time is ruthless
Time does not wait
The first vesper bell
Is quickly
Followed
Towards the end.
People to their homes
Return
I remain a little
To see the red cheeks
Of a fading red dusk.
Then go I too.
Sere leaf after sere leaf
Crispy
Under my weary feet
And tired brain.
Closes the door of home
My castle.
Till midnight remains
Time to be the lord
Of this warm castle.