“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep” – Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Delving into depths of branch protected tenderness
How did you discover the meadow?

It was well Hidden

Almost too intensely green

A sighing breeze

intoxicating in its comfort

Vulnerable to misunderstanding.

Step gently
for beneath your feet
the ground trembles to the hopeful touch
Of possibility.a

Mandy Austin Cook