Each morning I take a lonely stroll in the woods. <br />Enter the romantic reverence of the woods. <br /> <br />An avian symphony grace me company. <br />En plein air I sense warming comfort in the woods. <br /> <br />Phasing colors of a youthful sun shadow me. <br />What deep memories are held captive in the woods. <br /> <br />Pictorial web of endless variety. <br />Shuffling, wading through the wilderness of the woods. <br /> <br />Liquid mosaic in the marshes dazzles me. <br />Wearing through the deep mysteria of the woods. <br /> <br />The breezes whisper their secrets eternally. <br />A final wish mine/ashes dreaming in the woods. <br /> <br />Oct.26,2007<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-woods-ghazal/
