Sauntering

feathery greens and hushed
silence greet me expectant
like shushing in the dark
before the flicked light switch
everyone jumping out and
yelling surprise I pause feet
bare padding layer upon
layer upon layer of prickly
needles piney fragrance

perfuming each step I waver
a tree scarred fallen heart-
wood exposed concentric
rings marking early or late
I stand wondering if I missed
the party altogether and peer
closely trying to read the
fir’s aged palm

Pamela Rossow

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10 thoughts on “Sauntering”

  1. In the hush of the forest catheral, heart exposed, life laid out in layers, searching the fir’s exposed palm, where were the parties that marked this fallen giant? Beautiful, well written.

  2. Like being in a magnificent catheral, the trees towering, the expectant hush, the soft carpet of needles, awed by it all while studying the fir’s aged palm. How many parties have been missed? And who came to see the sprout? Was the party in or out? Answers are blowing in the wind, my friend. Beautiful poem. I enjoyed it.

  3. Sauntering… a delightful piece of writing. The imagery is perfect, engaging the senses… “Feathery greens and hushed silence greet me… “ And the internal rhyme: “Shushing in the dark before the flicked light switch…” Striking. Engaging. Masterfully written.

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