Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Woods whispers

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Once home directly to the woods,
downhill into the shadowed green,
ecstatic dogs all tails and lopes.

They move from spot to spot
data-mining smells and sounds
then leave their marks.

Feet silent on the needle drop
my harmony mostly restored
ankles softly kissed by ferns.

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a shortling to celebrate the gift of having woods to lift the day off my shoulders.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

2 thoughts on “Woods whispers

  1. Love this, Kate!!! Thank you.

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