Morning Forest.
The eyes of the forest blink in the light.
Crows shout a warning.
Cool dawn mist passes through the trees
My footsteps sound louder,
further away from me, like a stranger walking.
They echo through the branches
through the space where the tree has fallen.
Roots reaching for the sky,
surrendering. Dry leaves chatter
of the changing season.
The sun rises and the mist settles back,
work done for the day.
A walk through the world between places 
Enchanting. Loved the first two lines of the poem. The reference of eyes and crows… very magical and mysterious. Eerie even, in a strange positive way. Your pictures and words are outstanding!
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Many thanks for the visit and kind words, glad you like the poem.
Jim
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Great scenery. But the last verse is the best! It’s the beauty đ
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Hi Jim. Les photos me plongent dans l’atmosphĂšre de ces lieux! J’ai vu ton message sur la vallĂ©e de Chaudefour et suis trĂšs impatient de voir les photos. En vĂ©rifiant ou c’Ă©tait je me suis rendu compte que j’avais dormis dans la vallĂ©e de Chaudefour pendant un trek dans le Massif du Sancy il y a 2 ou 3 ans!! C’Ă©tait le highlight de notre trek, une vallĂ©e merveilleuse. Je ne crois pas avoir vu plus beau depuis.
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Merci Orel,
Pardon mon mauvais Francais pour le reponse. J’ai reste ici en France pour 6 an maintenant. Et Je fait le randonee avec pleasure. Le region c’est plein de chose pour moi.
Jim
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Great photos, but I love best the description of your own footsteps echoing from afar. A wonderful depiction of the mind’s removal from the physical world to enjoy a more spiritual sensation of peace and wonder in the quiet morning light. Beautiful!
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Awesome mesh of words and photos.
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