The Forest At Night
I’m awake at three and
Catch the forest awake, too,
Flooded with harvest moon light.
I live in a forest, a real forest, where bears might come on the deck and look like they are peering right into your soul. Here in the forest, a mess of trees grow haphazardly and without restraint.
The trees are red logs
Reaching up to the moon’s voice
Dancing in delight.
Here in the forest at night, there are no sounds of traffic or parties and there are no smells of chemicals or plants. The wind is filtered through a canopy of trees and animals run free, unseen by people but heard by other the other creatures.
Harvest moon let me dance
Under your soft white light
And bathe in the beams
Of this enchanted night.
Writing by Sharilee Swaity. All rights reserved.