Portraits – Abbygail

Abby, thinking

A joy in the solitude,
lush woods, forest, with
the scent of pine, of decay,
of growing plants, ripe berries
of bubbling brook, green and brown forest
lost in thought,
the present holding sway

– paraphrased from Walking Down to Camp, Raymond Foss

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