Those Woods

The woods rise as a wall of deep and bright shades of green beyond the field. These are woods we don’t walk in, beyond the boundary of the place we rent. Today the fields here have been cut and the grass lies low in rows and so the woods wall looks especially awesomely mysterious and tall. We have no idea what’s in there. The depths within could hold terrors, or errors. Mutations, or salutations. A yoga class. A crystal palace. It’s nice to look at a wall of woods every day and never know anything about it.