Spell bound up in amber

Enigmatic porous movements, between forests

concerto of pink dusk,

creaks and shuffles and muffled moans 

an echo of those husks.

Shallow deep in autumn leaves

spring lays beneath the ground,

aside mystery of abandoned walls

calling out to be but found.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like Amber and this short description you provide. I'm glad you are spellbound by the natural elements.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Evocative imagery paints nature in a beautiful light. Thank you for sharing your poem.