Prompt: nature
Form:
terza rima Written for: National Poetry Month
"nature"
walking into the snow-laden forest glen,
i notice the lack of sound first and foremost.
what could have happened here and will i know when?
mother nature and her denizens play host,
ushering in a sense of foreboding dread
to the poor human who feels she is now toast.
take a deep breath and pull out a bit of bread,
hoping to entice the skittish wildlife near
and, in the process, photograph ev'ry tread.
as the chipmunks edge closer, it becomes clear:
mother nature accepts me, no need to fear.
NaPoWriMo 2012 Masterlist ::
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