Moonflower Forest Poem

I drifted along the moss‑lined ravine, hearing the stone’s soft sigh and catching a silver feather of mist that slipped from the canyon mouth, as if the sky were borrowing a sigh. I tried to cradle it on a leaf, but the wind carried it farther, and the day slipped into the forest’s quiet hum. On a bark panel I slipped a line of verse, a secret whisper that only the oldest trees might hear, and let the echo curl back into me. In that hush I remember how a single ripple can carry the weight of a sky, a promise I keep even when the calendar forgets my own name. #moonflower #forestpoet 🌿