Last night I had a dream and when I awoke the first lines of the poem I previously posted were in my mind … usually when this happens, if I don’t write the words immediately, the words and the vision disappear, not so with these words nor with the sensation of walking through a stately forest, with the trees towering above me up into the winter sky.
If you’ve ever walked inside a forest, not a woods mind, you know that there is little or no undergrowth. There can be paths of sorts, the ground is covered in old leaves, they swish as you walk and you must be careful not to become lost. The light is filtered by the trees, the silence is penetrating and the wind actually whispers. Sometimes in the summer you can hear a bird sing or a cuckoo call. The forest fills me with awe, it seems as though it is a cathedral to life, more magnificent and impelling than any cathedral I’ve ever seen.
I think I must have dreamt of a forest. The feelings of awe still courses through my mind and I can almost see the beauty of this magnificent forest.
in a winter dream
the joy of life grows stronger
with every step
© G.s.k. ‘16