Where The Woods End

When the thick ferns, nettle patches,
shaded umbrella of tall trees,
are finally behind –
carpets of emulsifying pine needles,
no longer beneath the feet,
cold air in shadows gone,

the forest standing like giants
with backs turned,

The strange influence
of mushrooms, giant spiders,
all washed away by a vast rush
of uninterrupted sun rays;q
Sprawling meadow made alive
beneath torn clouds
and a bright burst —
Like everything behind me,
with you in the fore.

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