Each careful step
Across the floor
Cushioned by
Layers of history
What was once alive
Now protects as it
Deteriorates
Feeding the earth
Lying underneath
How many have
Come and gone
Taken these same steps
Across lines of
Time and space-
Did they notice
The Luna moth
Drying her wings
In frilly foliage
Of gentle ferns
Or the bright orange
Mushrooms
Peeking out from
Underneath
The fern leaves
Were their steps cushioned as well?
Steps that allowed
Time for pause
Time for soaking up
All the forest
Has to say
About the past
The present
And the future
Piano Girl 
This poem reminds me of a nature walk I once took. It captures a mood
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Thank you. ☺️ I wrote it after a recent walk in Vermont.
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Adore your ‘fern’ photo’s Kelley, and your poem is superbly appropriate … 💚🌏
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Thank you, Ivor. 💚😊
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Sending these lines back to you,
Layers of history
What was once alive
Now protects as it
Deteriorates
Feeding the earth
I enjoyed your poem this morning.
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Thank you, Ali. ❤️
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How perfectly this captures the careful steps I take in the forest! 🌳
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Thank you! I’m so glad. 💚☺️
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Nice post 😄
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Thanks!
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😉👍
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