Fog in the dawn pines -
Next a gunshot from nowhere
Shatters the chill woods.
Fog in the dawn pines -
Next a gunshot from nowhere
Shatters the chill woods.
The woods is dark brown
Cardboard beaten under tires
After winter rain
Reading Walt Whitman
Two does break from the pond bank:
Sun-dappled June woods.
Deep in winter woods
Pitched camp on a level spot
Like any other
Dogs trot up through woods,
The trail wet leaves or puddles:
Sear gray-brown winter
Flash of bright color
Deep in the green shadowed woods;
A blue plastic cup.
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
Birds cry, insects sing
No other sound but someone
Whistling in deep woods
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
Walking from sunlight
Onto a trail through dark woods -
How cool and humid
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
