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

 

until

you can stumble into nightfall

again to find yourself

in the teetering woods