Whose Woods
A poem by Barry Lewis

Whose Woods

Past the redbuds and lilacs,
supermoon guides my path.
Through the oaks and the pines,
foolishly, I call them mine.

Raccoon backwards down a tree,
bandit stares suspiciously.
Who intrudes, him or me?
Give each his space, let the other be.

Deer drinking from the brook,
alas, another path they took.
Raises her head, sniffs the air,
paws the ground, draws fawns near.

Contemplates to sound alarm,
decides to them I mean no harm.
Slowly drops her head to feed,
decides to trust the best in me.

About the Author:

Barry Lewis: The author is a native of Missouri and enjoys spending time in nature. His work has or will be published in HotPoet:Equinox Spring and Fall 2023, Literature Today and Amethyst Review. He enjoys a rebirth of writing after a long absence. 

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