The Forest
The sun is out for once
after many days of dark
it glimmers off this steel
forest that we surrounded ourselves with
glinting off branch and trunk
sliding down each bare twig.
Spotting the shining mass
are collections of rust
old, rusting leaves waiting
till they snap and fall
down, down to the metal littered ground
we walk quietly through forest paths
careful not to slip and slit a wrist
the trees wait for the fall
of one or more creator.
after many days of dark
it glimmers off this steel
forest that we surrounded ourselves with
glinting off branch and trunk
sliding down each bare twig.
Spotting the shining mass
are collections of rust
old, rusting leaves waiting
till they snap and fall
down, down to the metal littered ground
we walk quietly through forest paths
careful not to slip and slit a wrist
the trees wait for the fall
of one or more creator.