In early spring we walked the woods
before in hope when life was good
we saw the sky behind the leaves
before the sun was not perceived
when shadowed deep the forests doze
we seek the skies at sea or chose
the mountains where we’re free from trees
we crave the blue to rest; be free
from weight of woods, from heavy green
an open sky in summer’s sheen.
Today Lilian and Kim are hosting dVerse Poetics with a prompt on the forest. I prefer the woods in spring before the foilage gets to heavy to shut out the sun.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn, I feel so calm reading your poem. This is my favorite verse: we crave the blue to rest; be free. Spring and autumn are the best seasons.
That is what I felt… but summer in the mountains is mostly a cooler experience
I think you must have been a woodland sprite in a former incarnation, Björn! I enjoyed this walk in the woods with you, seeing the sky ‘behind the leaves’ and then walking out of the woods into ‘an open sky in summer’s sheen’.
Exactly… this is a summary of this year’s hiking so far.
Loved this hike with you Björn🙌
The image I had while reading your lovely poem was a match to the second image after I scrolled down. I could almost imagine hiking the woods and coming to the summit, all blue sky!
Oh my goodness, elegant and something akin to magical.
I hope your poem projects a happy ending for mine!
A wonderful hike through your words, Bjorn. I like the rhyming pattern.
I like the idea of the forest dozing before the sun comes back again! Well done, Bjorn.
I love the steady flow of your wonderful poem – it was like walking with you – Jae
This is a lovely vist, Björn, i can identyfy with the view of the sky between the tree tops.
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Love the rhyming verse it gives the poem a feeling of wonder and peace. I headed to the mountains this summer did some hiking with friends but, after being in dense forests one starts to crave a blue sky.
To “be free / from weight of woods, from heavy green / an open sky in summer’s sheen.” I really like this concept. I live in a different world. To escape the deserts, we go to the forests that are up high in the mountains above 10,000 feet (3000+ meters) where the clouds and the cool winds are. It’s a refuge from the oppressive heat down in the foothills and the red rocks. Thank you for your very nice poem.
Really beautiful writing! You do not need to visit my link as I used something I wrote for Victoria’s poetics prompt in 2013 – you’ve already read it, set in the Taiga.
Wonderful poem, Bjorn!
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That spring green for me’s the best, as much for its vernal vital hue as the starkness of the clear blue sky beyond.
A poetic argument for open sky and sea, but happily that leaves more of the forest to me.
The ‘before and after’ in your poem … when life was good, the shadows deep … Resonates deeply, and with good reason.
When reading your incredible poem. I sensed peace and calm within picturing myself in the woods. I hope someday I get to experience myself summer in the woods and meditate or enjoy the outdoors of life itself.
Agreed, spring and autumn are certainly are.