Walking Neenah
Posted on by Future NeenahThis week’s ‘Walking Neenah’ takes the shape of a poem:
The Tranquil Night
Dark as the midnight Raven
Flicks of light rushing past
Wash of the night, my expression graven
My sullen gaze, unsurpassed
Muck of the surrounding terrain
Natural, Universal, Ordinary
The aroma of the earth’s dark rich veins
Familiar Atmosphere, January
Cold, Wet, Fresh
Grey shirt stuck to my chest
Slick grass, Tree flesh
Soaked foot to crest
I inhale, filling my lungs with the pure air of the night
Facing to the sky
Eyes open wide
The stars brilliance beautify
A mystical sky’s view supplied
Fresh cold air
The aroma of nothingness
This unfamiliar enticing smell ensares
My skin, becoming numb
The sky’s cool cry
Streaming down my face
Senses are magnified
Today’s worries erase
I exhale, the day’s worries are pushed out and away
Moonlight rays and raindrops
Wet from ground to tree tops
Nature’s hold and loving face
Neenah’s Carpenter Nature Reserve
My happy place
Peom by NHS Arete Student Luke Meyer