Waiting in a Wood

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse18 Jun 2017

Beneath the dark shade
Cast by pine and beech
A rotting tree-trunk lies
Black at heart.

It draws me in,
Dragging me through
An ancient labyrinth
Too dense for light.

Around me holly,
Gorse and brambles
Hedge the space,
And a thousand birds sing.