Afternoon Slumbers

This poem was originally published on 23 June 2013. It appears in my debut anthology Wildflower Sea available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo Books.

The burnt orange blanket
Swept across the ground
As the wind whispered
Through the forest all around

I pulled my tweed jacket
Closer to my chest
For the wind slithered
Like a snake in unrest

I heard the leaves rustle
In surreptitious tones
As if they were talking
Of Nature's unearthly undertones

It came to me suddenly
As I walked beneath the stars
That my bare soles were torn
From my journey so far

But such is the price
When you walk the road taken
You don fine shoes
And your eyes do not awaken

But I pave a virgin road
And feel it myself I must
Before I recommend it
For in it I need to trust

For afternoon slumbers
No time is offered to me
Of which I am not sad
As I never expected it to be

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