Cloaked in fog
I wander through the woods
where time seems to slow down
and almost reverse.
I feel young again.
I feel free at last.
The weight of city lights
just melts away.
I can breathe.
I wonder if I should even go back.
The city didn’t call to me
like the woods do.
The city screams.
The forest whispers.
I only have ears for one
and yet, I hear both.
So, I wander and I wonder
in woodland wanderlust.
Trying to find home.
This poem is visually stunning. It takes my breathe away a little, as I wistfully imagine the trees, the natural light, even the fog.
These lines,
“The city screams.
The forest whispers.”
These lines are wonderful, they are sheer perfection and summarise the entire purpose of this poem.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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Thank you so much!!
Hi again, Jill. This poem so echoes Yeats’s Lake Isle of Innisfree. “I will arise and go now, go to Innisfree!!!…..
The music here:
So, I wander and I wonder
in woodland wanderlust.
Trying to find home.
Thank you Richard!