Amazing Kids! Magazine

In the Teetering Woods

By Isabella Taylor, Poetry Editor


In the teetering woods

night hangs like a sash

around the waist

so velvet smooth

as it engulfs

bittersweet darkness


Here, thoughts are suspended

in a traffic of delusion

until light deems

its actuality

the piercing dawn

shifts its gaze



you can stumble into nightfall

again to find yourself

in the teetering woods