Hank Christensen
Well-known member
I can't believe it has been over a year since I've posted here! How time flies.... I have recently been making more time for myself to write - so here is my latest poem. Some of my poems don't have titles, and I'm not sure if this one ultimately will either. But if you have an idea for a title, please do share - I would love to hear suggestions. This remains the only place on the internet that I share my poems - some day perhaps I'll start working on some other method with which to share them with a wider audience (an ebook?). Please let me know what you think - I like to consider my poems never quite finished.
Flitting, fleeting, filtering light
Stirs the needles and blades
The forest is slowly coming alive
Quick now! Before it fades
My footsteps send wildflower seeds to the air
Dancing and twirling in space
Birthing a carpet of blazing displays
Shooting stars, lupine, and lace
Glades beckon forth, glistening with
The dew from an angel's kiss
What have I done to earn such reward?
What karma has granted me this?
To protect you, oh Forest, for my grandchild's child
Is not a noble or lofty goal
For your greatest resource that I selfishly take
Is nourishment for my soul
Flitting, fleeting, filtering light
Stirs the needles and blades
The forest is slowly coming alive
Quick now! Before it fades
My footsteps send wildflower seeds to the air
Dancing and twirling in space
Birthing a carpet of blazing displays
Shooting stars, lupine, and lace
Glades beckon forth, glistening with
The dew from an angel's kiss
What have I done to earn such reward?
What karma has granted me this?
To protect you, oh Forest, for my grandchild's child
Is not a noble or lofty goal
For your greatest resource that I selfishly take
Is nourishment for my soul