A pile of wood
burnt to the ground.
A fume of smoke
rises from its ash.
Winding slowly,
fading away.
A gust of wind
Blows on the heap of cinder.
It takes to the air
Breezing through the forest
In which it once lived.
Tag: forest
A Walk
Day 90
It’s all foggy as a dream.
Tall naked trees
As far as the eyes can see.
Autumn leaves, below the feet
Warm, cool breeze touches the cheeks.
The sky is a clouded blanket of greyness
It’s only you and the forest serene.
Breathe deep to inhale the misty breeze
Walk into the paradise of your dreams.
Astray
Day 54
A strong hush of wind came blowing upon.
Instinctively the hand covered the eyes.
Pushing aside the tresses.
With worried freckles.
Looking around for shelter.
‘Like a scenic plot in a book’ –
Was standing a straw hut close by.
Walking towards it, holding up,
the large red gown with both hands.
Upon entering found an old maiden
She looked disinterestedly and nodded.
The rest of the night was spent there.
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