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Springtime in the Forest

Chris has written poetry for 28 years though he focuses on short fiction. But watch out for the occasional twisted nursery rhyme.


Springtime in the Forest

Springtime in the forest,

Before leaves sprout

From buds on trees,

A floral array,

Puts on a display.

Nettles and dandelions,

Bittercress and wild onions

Morels and broadleaf plantain

Satisfy the observer with a chromatic display,

a pungent bouquet,,

And savory, high energy fare.


This woodland is littered with arboreal skeletons.

The most recent to succumb,

List and lean,

Into the arms of the living

Like wounded soldiers.

But fall they must,

And become rich humus,

The seedbed for a new generation.


© 2020 Chris Mills

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