The Forest

I wrote this poem in class tonight , 04-24-91 (Wed). The class was Finance 338, principles. The poem reminds me of something Emily Dickenson would write. There was really no specific inspiration. It just happened.

The Forest

The forest wades
in misty shades
in frantic twists
of arms and legs

Majestically
it covers me
and like a blanket
keeps me safe.