poet C R Clark

C R Clark

In Stealth I Sit, In Forest Deep

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

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 9, 2008
Poem Edited: Thursday, June 12, 2008

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  • Dee Daffodil (1/25/2009 4:33:00 AM)

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

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  • Thad Wilk (5/9/2008 8:10:00 PM)

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

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