In the Ravine
Carpenters Creek
At the far edge
of the creek’s gurgle
sword ferns thrive in the shadows
up the bank in the cool
beneath cedar boughs.
In a piercing shaft of sunlight
a single strand of spider silk gleams,
while a white trillium flashes as shocking
as real love, so delicate and brilliant
in the dark forest gloom.
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Thank you for a shaft of hope in these dark days.
A beautiful poem just when we need it.