What Woods Know
A poem about teeth and tenderness
What the Woods Know
A blossom opens,
tender as breath on glass.
beneath it,
a beetle splits another in two.
The doe lifts her head,
a poem in motion,
only to vanish
like a fired thought.
A rabbit screams,
not metaphor,
but meat and terror.
Still, the light
spills through branches
as if the sky
were weeping gold.
We creep through
this Eden with teeth,
pretending peace,
choking on chaos.
Beckoned by a sigh...
to gaze with eyes open,
and a heart ajar,
blessing the petal
and the predator
alike.
©2026 Kim Williams, M.Div.
This is so well down, the beauty and power of nature are both sides of the same coin. I love the blooms, and the bunnies, and the things that eat the bunnies :D Really enjoyed this.
That surprised me, in the most delightful way ! Thank you.