Whispers in the Woods
 

Dew-covered moss glistens,
Diamonds on velvet,
Displayed, but not for sale.
As the light gains strength,
Shadows begin to hide, afraid
Of the glow of the sun.

Trees watch, waiting, listening,
To whispers in the woods,
The news of the day.
Birds pass on headlines,
Between beakfuls of food,
Freshly prised from the loam.

Diamonds evaporate, into mist
Floating in the morning light,
Searching for the sky.
Ferns spread out and yawn,
Between rocks, beneath trees,
Nestling moistly together.

A blackbird shrieks into the undergrowth,
Breaking the cool calm,
A dreamy, damp display.
Nature’s womb,
A Pantheist soul could find rest here,
Forever, with kindred spirits.