Death Departed
It was day in the forest
and the trees
dripped
their mighty silence
out of mist.
I wandered
in terror of confusion, confused
between giant stems
unnumbered.
My death seemed in that place
lost where no deer stepped,
no bird mocked, only heavy forms
and a hidden face.
But the sun came, darted
down through the forest
to stop on a bleak spot of ground,
and death departed.