When Forest Weeps
For Timon
***
The forest outside my windows whispers
vaguely
through the thick November darkness
Her mirror of mist stares into skies
hiding her drowsy eyes of green
Her mossy womb
cries out for the sun
The time is just ripe for sadness
The distant stars do not hear her futile clamour
Birds on the departure do not care
Fruitless
she trembles along with the winds
while they ruffle her hair of yellowing leaves
Her tired wooden arms
are vainly outstretched
in an unbearable craving for nutrition
for some warm embrace of light
Where are you now
in this darkest hour
while my forest weeps
through the sunset of emotions
afraid
of dying here upon the threshold of winter
Where are you now
while my heart eagerly turns back the time
drowning
into a precious memory of the day
when I held you for the very first time
The day you came and took me
to a journey into your smile
The day you came
and lit up
my thick November darkness
***
© Eclipse 2013
EclipseOfTheMoon 
Exquisite writing, I wish I had your talent.
I am left with feelings of longing and mourning from this piece.
I really like the many moments of movement contained in phrases like “mossy womb”, “they ruffle her hair of yellowing leaves” and “sunset of emotions”: which heightens the sense that there is yet, still, a deep yearning in the midst of all that slow death.
Many thanks for your visit MightWar… and also for this interesting and – above all – moving and warm little review…
Beautiful sentiments as you reach into the ‘Heart’ of the wood as you blend your thoughts with their feelings
Much Love sent my friend
Sue xox
The starvation. The terrible, insidious, beautiful starvation. I weep for it in this piece. And the beauty that is possible, so possible, but has flown away.
Great writing Kindred Spirit.