A Day in the Forest Poem

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The soft orange, pink, and yellow of dawn rises steadily above the hill,

It’s bright bright rays reaching the edge of a clearing of Aspens.

A cardinal chirps to his loved one, singing her a sweet melody.

A fox sneaks out of his hole, looking for a meal.

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The whole forest awakens from its slumber.

The sun is now high in the sky,

The cardinals work to build their nest,

The fox sniffs out plump rabbits,

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

Now the soft orange, pink, and yellow of dusk descends steadily below the hill,

It’s bright rays pulling away from the edge of the Aspen clearing.

The cardinals warm each other in their nest,

The fox snuggles with its kits,

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The whole forest sleeps back into its slumber.

 

3 thoughts on “A Day in the Forest Poem

  1. I love your imagery in this…. I really feel like I’m in the forest experiencing all of this. My favorite line is your refrain: “The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.” The metronome is a perfect metaphor. Well done!

  2. “The whole forest awakens from its slumber.

    The sun is now high in the sky,

    The cardinals work to build their nest,

    The fox sniffs out plump rabbits”

    Beautiful imagery! Such a soothing, comforting poem. Thank you for sharing your work here!

    • Thank you so much! I am so glad that you like it. Do you have any other writing techniques that I could possibly use to make my writing better?

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