#Wordle 430 #Poetry




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…