Forest paradox
Across the fertile fields the forest beckons
foreboding and beautiful --
Promising peace and splendor in lovely
Trees and dells,
Yet holding hint of danger from wild
Denizens and spells:
A thrill of beauty,
A chill of shadow
A rill of peril.
But if beautiful, then why foreboding?
And if perilous, then why compelling?
A paradox of life that I must enter to be complete...
Written while walking the forest fields near my Pennsylvania hometown
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