Woods Poem by L. Ward Abel

Woods

Rating: 3.3


I walked through them
scratched my arms while going,
nettles briefly frightened as if stung,
great green sky a-hover
the smell of all but me

then I passed
away from those held deeply
away from anchors and focus
away from straw indeed

and slipped across
a pasture,
in the company
of that blueness.

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