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Day: October 26, 2019
In the Woods – A poem by Goff James
MY SEASON… a poem
To be young, lush, and full of life again.
To be the canopy.
To be seen strong and vibrant.
To feel the gentle tickle of the morning dew
And delight in the afternoon rain.
To sway in the winds and capture the sun’s rays.
Oh, but first I become naked and vulnerable
As I embark on this harsh, cold season of my life.
Then, when the stars have shone and Mother Earth
Has eclipsed old Sol
I will again rise to glory.
Come Spring…
Come Spring…
The Reluctant Poet 