‘Neath the pines
Tall majestic pines
Still woods
Sleeping
Quiet cabin
Dark
Log walls hewn by ancient axe
Hear
Stories
Time-lost songs
Loves and lives and sorrows passed
They flicker in the moonlight
Spackled ‘cross the fallen leaves
Needles on the forest floor
Know
Listen for a moment...
The wind sweeps through the boughs
Like a sigh.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Over The Back Fence Magazine, Fall 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The deep forest of the moment, Wonderful and full of atmosphere.Love Duncan