Lina Sen

Woodland Dance

Why is this so familiar?
This pine scented dawn
This mist rolling into the valley


I had forgotten
The sharp fragrance of woodland flowers
Released after the rain


The thunder echoes
Through the canyons and ravines
And lightning hisses like a deadly snake


The electric flash of life and death
Dances on an unseen knife's edge
And chooses where to alight


The showers pass
And the birds sing out
The promise of new life.

 


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