Wandering <br />Aimlessly amongst the trees <br />And the wet decaying leaves. <br />Silence. <br />Just the dripping wetness, <br />Stark life dying <br />A quick unknowing death. <br />Nothing growing <br />Life suspended by the winter cold. <br />Only my moist breath <br />Hanging in the still air <br />Marks my passing, <br />Lingering behind me <br />As if waiting for orther life, <br />And then despairing <br />Falling on the dead leaves <br />As if to revive them <br />And restore to them their beauty. <br /> <br />I close my eyes <br />And staring blindly at the cruel sky <br />I will the greeness to return <br />The warmth, the scents of life. <br />My taut muscles ache, <br />The blood beats loudly in my ears <br />Drowning the silence. <br />I sink into the brown softness of it <br />Beneath my feet. <br />Even the knowledge <br />Of dormant life around me <br />Cannot alleviate my misery <br /> <br />I turn and walk away <br />Hurrying quickly to the road, <br />And the sound of my feet <br />Upon the oil flecked surface <br />Comfort me..<br /><br />Mike Tonkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wandering-9/
