May 25
There are some forests that I haven't known.
Some tree trunks I've never wrapped my legs around
and climbed.
A million branches I might have slid down
had I had the time.
Still
some leaves trembled in the wood and caught my ear.
Some twigs beneath the hooves of deer snapped
and signaled spring,
waking me from endless winter thoughts.
Rod McKuen
In Someone's Shadow
There are some forests that I haven't known.
Some tree trunks I've never wrapped my legs around
and climbed.
A million branches I might have slid down
had I had the time.
Still
some leaves trembled in the wood and caught my ear.
Some twigs beneath the hooves of deer snapped
and signaled spring,
waking me from endless winter thoughts.
Rod McKuen
In Someone's Shadow
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