Heart of the wood,
this foxglove,
whose softly sensual mouths,
forgiving as dune sand,
are an enchanting choir,
enticing one in,
to the silence,
within.
Where each reveals,
on softest,
finest,
purple velum,
abstract patterns,
of dark forms,
haloed in light.
The wood is dark and green,
leaves various and fragrant.
My fur is red, sleek
and smells of life.
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The wood is dark and green, leaves various and fragrant. My fur is red, sleek and smells of life. wonderful description of nature. love this poem. thank you. tony