Day in the forest

As I walk down the leafy path,

The wind picks up and shows its wrath,

The pines are swaying far above my head,

And I wish I home tucked away in my bed.

 

One cold chill runs over my hand,

And all around me droplets of crystal land,

The rain is coming, 'Tis here,

I am too late, howling wind and rain I can only hear.

 

I was caught in that mighty storm.

Author's Note

How is it?

Reviews

[StormSeeker]

like it a little
dose not match title
Good poem

[J.]

Thanks a lot!!!

[unspokenguilt]

cuplets...bravo!
I like it!

:)elyssa

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I like this very much. It reminds me of many childhood days in New England heading home in the early winter nights. I can hear the wind blowing the pines with the verse, I can feel that cold winter bite as the rain falls. Wonderfully written, and thanks for the recall of memory. A beautiful poem. 'll be sure to look for more work of yours in the future.