Warily I Walk These Woods
by Mark Fleisher

Walk carefully this unfamiliar trail
step lively, yet tread softly so not
to stumble upon the stone strewn
path beneath my booted feet
Come to a clearing thunderstruck
for ahead I witness a phalanx of
mighty oak, verdant pine, stately maple
perhaps seen by the poet who wrote
the woods are lovely, dark and deep

Though lovely, the darkness
of these woods casts
a foreboding shadow
for I cannot yet determine
what or who might lurk in the dark
or if the deep presents a baffling
maze or labyrinth whose twists
and turns I must navigate
before I stride into sunlight



 

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