Diaspora

Gold cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 22 Jun 2021
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7 comments
 

When evening slides

downward and shadows

creep into view

 

you can hear the

trilling tunes of loons

heralding a sparkling sky.

 

There is discomfort in sounds

of prey and hungry ones

out seeking game - rabbits

no longer playing games.

 

Fireflies flicker from low

bushes calling for a friend to

share this branch.

 

The snarl of a coyote

ensures smaller creatures

remain in hidden quarters.

 

Each has a role to live

in the expose of a

forest which looms larger

than its tallest trembling aspen.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

your forest is so much more than the small woods I walk in, wonderful wild atmosphere you create here

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you DH - your woods can become whatever you wish - you are the creater/author of your desires. Nova Scotia has just under 1 mill. pop. and 70% woods. You write very well. RLP

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by airyfairy on

A beautiful insight into the hidden world of the forest, and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Picture:  Pixabay Creative Commons.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Such an honour to be selected for "pick of the day" and a "golden cherry."

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Kilb50 on

Magical & with an undercurrent of menace, where 'each has a role to live,' I enjoyed walking through your imaginary woods Richard. All best wishes to you.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you for your kind words. Many times I tented in the woods, in northern Quebec and Ontario.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank .you again for the golden cherries and that haunting accompanying picture is great. Since early childhood I have been mesmerized by beauty and smells found in the woods. Dad said I was going to grow into a tree since I spent so much time hunting, hiking, canoeing, fishing and tenting summer & winter.

Richard L. Provencher