Poem a day challenge #221 (In the Hood)


In the Hood By Scott Bailey © 2014 Brushed by crowded, swaying ferns The scent of warm loam arises Silence reigns, no birdsong rings Signs missed by the men approaching With their plunder they blunder along Beneath the high arched canopy And a new scent mingles with forest smells fear and anticipation Smooth and straight … Continue reading Poem a day challenge #221 (In the Hood)