Walk In Moonlit Woods Poem by David Whalen

One should walk ‘pon icy path
In Moon lit, frost bit woods
Let steaming breaths pervade the depths
And banish all bad moods

For dwelling deep within skeletal limbs
Other worlds do indeed persist
About each tree there seems to be
Auras…that actually exist

Ancient essences…otherworldly presences
Dimensions unknown, unexplored
Dwelling beside us, about and inside us
Owing fealty to a far different Lord

Breathe deeply of the frigid air
Stride briskly on this gelid night
In the woods tis really not so rare
To see such spectral sight

To become aware of what's really there
In the woods, just beyond one's sight
One must first be prepared
To suspend disbelief…for just this night

…And take a walk into unreality