Running through woods on a summer evening

A continuation of seasons inspired by Robert Frost

Photo by Irina Iriser on Unsplash

by

Joylanda Jamison

Whose woods these are, well who can lay claim?
Does longevity in a place give one that aim?
Or are there stirrings within one’s heart
that move one to say, “My beloved, thou art”?

Lovely woods from seeds do start,
gentle rains and warm suns all do their part,
One can but marvel at the layers of dust
from which magnificent pines do rise up.

A portrait of green displayed on all sides,
as my heartbeat rises with each passing stride,
The trees rooted here have not much to say
and yet I still hear a call my soul wants to obey. 

What lies outside is often shallow when reaped
and I’ve made promises there I shan’t like to keep,
Would I be faulted if I chose to stay?
Will I be faulted if I choose to stay? 

Joylanda is a poet, photographer, and plant enthusiast living in Virginia. She's had poems and essays appear in magazines such as Fathom, Rogue Agent, Think Christian, and Resolute. Visit itsjoylanda.com or chat with her on Insta/FB @itsjoylanda.