This forest is so young

My hands can reach around almost each tree,

My arms can tightly embrace even the oldest.

Yet such quiet pervades the forest

That I forget time.


Quiet is itself older than trees and forest,

Yet chooses to live here,

Comforted by the slow growth of maple and pine,

Hiding in the rustle of wind-shaken branches.




About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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2 Responses to Quiet

  1. hms18152012 says:

    Nice! Can I use this poem please at the end of my article about time for the March issue of the Ashfield news

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. alicebarrett says:

    Sorry for late response. It was posted in “Social” listing which I check only on occasion. I’m so glad you liked the poem. I’ll make sure comments on poetry blog go to prime email from now on.

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