Writing Tip — Just for Fun

On Friday, I posted on my Facebook and Instagram pages that when I took my morning walk last week, the gloomy weather and the shortening days inspired a poem. I had to do some work on it, but some parts seemed to write themselves. It sums up my feelings for December.

And the way through the woods was dark.

The way through the woods was cold.

But I followed the path. I had to

Although it was faint and old.

 

The way through the woods grew darker.

The way through the woods grew colder.

But I trudged on. I had to

Though the cold weighed like a boulder.

 

The way through the woods went black.

The way through the woods disappeared.

And I stopped and stared. I had to

As my heart thudded with fear.

 

Then a light through the woods flamed on.

A light through the woods shone warm.

And I gazed at the light. I had to.

My only hope to find home.

 

The way through the woods was still dark.

The way through the woods was still cold.

But I walked on. I had to.

That light was better than gold.