I Long to Wander Through the Woods
I Long to Wander Through the Woods I long to wander through the woods. Allow myself to be thoroughly hidden. Can time stand still, just for a moment? Pause - just long enough to give reprieve? To drink in the hymns of sacred birdsong. Listen to secrets the sentinel witnesses whisper from ages past. Breathe in the shivery, crisp fragrance of effloresce floors. Surely, I don’t ask too much? For moments where bare toes sink soft among emerald-green verdure, where dappled light warms the whole of my sheathing. All is ephemeral and all is still. I hold my breath, willing it to last longer; for I long to wonder through the woods, of ages long ago. ©Elisha. L. Wolter. 19/04/2019 ©Elisha. L. Wolter. 25/11/22