The late autumn sun kissed the forest floor
And glistened between fallen leaves and spore
The vibrant colours of woodland décor
Perfect beauty no man could ask for more.
But in the damp leaves he took to his knees
And whispered his words on pine scented breeze
Arcane words to bring him a sense of ease
Amid the wisdom held by ancient trees.
On his skin moistness of forest rapport
Embracing his prayer as they did before
Mother Nature’s love gives all and still more
For she is the power within his core
When in prayer she hears what his heart ignores.
Before winter she sends her beauty here
To hold him closer and dispel his fear
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Philippine Sonnet i – aaaa bbbb aaaa cc
Artwork: Autumn Dryad Forest Floor by Maureen Tillman