Here in my favourite woodland
The dawn light danced to its own rhythm
Branches gently crack above my head
Imitating last night’s lightning
Knowing how imminent one might fall
and crack my head I slowed my pace
Walking now with an inner peace
That can only be found here in my woods
I felt safe till that lick at the back of my mind
Like the touch of a puppy
A single thought long buried, brought back to life
Why must the mind bring back thoughts
You would rather leave behind?
At that moment I wished I could
mince my thoughts together
Like a snowball, let them melt away…
©anitadawes
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