When the World Closes In

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When I’ll have had my fill

of crowds and markets

anything that is worldly

into the thick of the forest

I’ll go to seek peace


There among the tall pines

where only the wind

will know where to find me

my carpet

will be weaved of fallen leaves and pine needles

colors ever changing with the seasons


My bed will be beneath

succulent ferns

and my mirror

the small forest pond

that hides all secrets

in the early morning

the first mushrooms

will raise their caps

and in the afternoon

there’ll be wild strawberries

succulent and juicy


I’ll gather a treasure trove

of songs from the wind

the birds and the forest fairies

I’ll be friends with all the forest creatures

and I’ll remind them

that I am, I exist

I’m part of the forest

and so much better than before


when the world closes in


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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