On the trail behind our house is an area of tight-growing Lodgepole Pines with leaning deadwood that we've named "Spooky Woods." When the wind blows, the trees rub together, creaking and moaning, sending a distress call into the cold shadows of a winter afternoon. After a snowstorm, the trunks are spackled white. Limbs beckon us to enter a wooded maze. In dim light, my imagination creates an entrance to another dimension. The trees whisper their warnings as we forge ahead, the woods closing around us.
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very nicely conveyed! i could feel the eeriness!
ReplyDeletefelt like we were there with you..
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So pretty, the snow looks like frozen ice in an old refrigerator.
ReplyDeleteGosh! That truly sounds spooky! You described the woods so well.
ReplyDeleteHope you are having a wonderful week Barb:)
Ooh, that picture is shiveringly cool! What a treasure to have these woods so close to your house. I'm jealous!
ReplyDeleteYou captured a universal feeling/ sensation. Fun to enter your woods/words too.
ReplyDeleteIt does indeed look spooky. But I doubt you are scared.
ReplyDeleteIn Oklahoma City on Lake Hefner, where they allow sailboats only, when I run at night on the trail past the marinas, the sound of the rigging hitting the hollow tubes of the masts is very spooky. Your trees reminded me of the dozens of masts.
Wow - so pretty and a tiny bit spooky!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image. And call me crazy, but that young, spackled forest feels dreamy and inviting to me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this with us!
What an inspirational place to write about. Your description was wonderful Barb. I'd like to go for a walk through there!
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How do you invent these titles? It is good.
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Filip
I love that sound. It was the subject of the first poem I wrote as an adult. If I can find it, I will email it to you.
ReplyDeleteI like the way the trees lean into to the path.
Your words are so beautifully descriptive but oh my, that picture is phenomenal!!!
ReplyDeleteGod bless ya and have a magnificent day!!! :o)
Stunning! I love that the purple jacket is the only spot of color. The forrest does indeed look spooky!
ReplyDeleteSounds delightful (even if they are not delightful sounds).
ReplyDeleteYou describe these ghostly woods perfectly,Barb.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting that we are drawn in by things that mesmerize us with their unquiet quiet. I think we all have that place within us...the place of longing. Bravely we go forward.
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