*drumroll* (joking) Right, for the first poem! This was written in April…some bad word choices there, but I’ll leave it untouched for now. 🙂 (and boy is the line spacing wide!)
I walk into the magical wood
Trees guarding, protecting
Stretching their strengthened arms
Whispering, ever so softly.
Bright, conversational exchanges.
Buried deep within the ancient oaks.
An orange leaf perches on my fingertip
Dried, barren, still tender with life
Drops, crunches, shatters.
Yet so beautiful.
Dancing among the showers
Waltzing without limits.
Vivid images of her reappear
Her tender hand, her smiles
(Tears slowly cascading)
But now she is gone.
From the forest of memories
Hoping to see her waving
Only to hear the rustling of
Tell me what you think of this!