Touch Me- Dusk Poem by Gautami Phookan

I walk
through the woods
swirling whiteness,
thick blanket of mist;
cold, it touches my skin.
my fingers reach out to feel
the delicate white petals wrapped
oh! so fragile, white bunches in green;
smell sweet , the wild lilies - of - the - valley.

I pick some flowers, a sound startles me,
forest with its tall dark trees scary.
a rustle behind me, I see
a deer leaps across my path
fades in the thickets green.
hear trees whispering
frozen I stood.
been touched by
the dark
woods.


(Form: Etheree)