I’ve successfully avoided writing poetry for virtually all of my 55 years, but today I caved in.
I blame it on two words: Dappled Shadows
They popped into my head about an hour ago and wouldn’t go away. I tried to focus on other things but they kept distracting me. So…
You are the first to experience it. May it not be too painful an experience for either of us, but either way, sometimes a man’s gotta try something new and do what he’s gotta do. No, “…sometimes a man’s gotta try something new and do what he’s gotta do” isn’t my poem, but I’ve got to admit that I kind of like it! ;-D! )
Dappled shadows on our path
Filtered light through verdant leaves
Treading softly to hear the whispers
Of the ancient dance of wind and trees.