The woods

Strolling through a wooded place
my face rose pink from chilling winds.
I can not see there scarcely breathe
the cold wind as it passed by me.
And as a deer stepped light on leaves
her nose sniffed softly for a meal.
But as I stepped she vanished there
leaving me alone again.
To paint a picture in my mind
and this is how the world should be
so beautiful and serene.
Though I can do but oh so much,
at least I have the woods my own
to hold forever in my heart.

Author's Note

This is my most favorite poem I ever wrote.

Reviews

[Casey Truax]

Wonderful work, great control of sound and meter.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Ah! this is really a great read..
Beautiful sense of visualization and I liked the style and the flow of the piece a lot too...

And...considering the emotions behind it...Well it is your most favorite poem and thus very well deserved..

"at least I have the woods my own
to hold forever in my heart."--Awesome end!

A great read overall :)