A tossed nickel in an old dry well-
a wish for breath of inspiration!
The woods seem enchanted,
trees of long ago welcome me embracing my spirit.
Ghosts of past curious to gain sense-
history trapped within the forest veins,
Trees are whispering the air is heavy with inspiration,
Sweet scent of verse clings to the red dust!
Retracing steps I feel reverence of the “Author”
years of layered dust cover footsteps.
Comforting blanket of soft meadows protect a gift,
with respect my soul unwraps the endowment.
Kathy J Snow©