In Forests #02

Forest walking, Mt Dandenong, Victoria.
What is it the forest says to me?
It says, “Dive in deep and gleefully!”
and oh I do so like to take that advice
because diving into a forest is oh so nice

I approach the edge excited each time
because when forest bathing the time is all mine
nearing the forest the world changes scale and shape
new dimensions appear: from 2D to 3D, into 4D I leap

as the colours of tree thin lands fade out behind me
the colours of the forest grow ever richer to see
and time seems to stop while immersed in this place
as the harshness of cities is quickly replaced
by the soft light of beauty and amazing grace

the smells of the flora the anticipation of wildlife
the moisture in the air the freedom the relief
where I walk in peace awestruck and at my own pace
where I find so many reasons to pause and marvel in this space

I belong in the forest it puts smiles on my face
it slows me it soothes me it relieves me of haste

it gives me adventures I would never otherwise find
it welcomes and embraces me and I return all in kind
I embrace the ground cover the mid story and canopy
I welcome every insect bird and animal I see
I soak up the sights of mosses lichen and fungi
the waterways the water aquatic life and algae

and I think if this is heaven in heaven I want to be
because then heaven is on earth to revere joyfully

Today’s d’Verse prompt is from Lillian: write a poem that somehow mentions, is set in, or is motivated by the woods / forest. As I hope you can see, I like nothing better than to spend time walking in forests.

In Forests #01

For lovers, North Creek, Strathbogie Forest, Victoria.
In forests we go walking to find the time for talking
to take us away from the city hustle ever stalking

I meet you on love’s wings at the perimeter of meadows
and I love you all the more as we enter soft green forest shadows

we take the paths less trodden to open new forest doors
we find our way to high places to meres and rugged moors

the ferns they point our way with glistening fronds a waving
guiding us through the timeless forest we find ourselves a weaving
hand in hand we travel each a lovestruck wandering Gypsy
this time this place alone together precious magical and carefree

sun rays light the glades with golden shafts of wonder
we look aloft, laugh and dance beneath the forest grandeur

we lie down on forest beds and let our fingers do some walking
our hands our lips our tongue tips put a silence to the talking

again the language of forest love begins and with it our renewal
I’ll always be your forest love you my cherished forest jewel

when the forest loving is done and we must find our way back home
we’ll look forward to more forest talking and forest loving yet to come