Calling Forest

Silently plowing through the snow,
Weaving a way through countless trees,
Is a man who followed the beckoning voices,
Of primal instinct.

They sing to him,
A chorus of divinity,
The Mother and her daughters,
Calling in the wind.

Winter has come,
To the Old Forest,
Spirits slumber in hibernation,
Save the man who always wanders.

Wanderer, traveller,
Restlessly he roams,
Skies above are gray with snow,
He is a winter-child, tranquil, serene.

Serenity, crystalline Forest,
Reverberating symphony,
Silence intertwined with whispering souls,
A song, sung by children of the Old Forest.

A breath of life.
A breath of peace.



About Fredrik Kayser

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6 Responses to Calling Forest

  1. …. PERFECT POEM!!! :)
    “Inhaling, / A breath of life. / Exhaling, / A breath of peace.”…
    This idea is a seed in my mind… maybe it will grow into a poem or a piece of prose… :)
    You see what a good poet you are? Write every day, never give up. ;)

  2. meholysmile says:

    Reblogged this on journeythroughlifeblogdotcom and commented:
    A beautiful calling…

  3. yourothermotherhere says:

    And so it is…

  4. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you ~ :)

  5. meholysmile says:

    Wow… this poem is like a tune in nature…beautiful

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