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David Karchere

"With every delighted breath, she was entering more deeply into the wildness and wonder that was her life."

- David Karchere | Into the Forest


Original context

She undressed
next to the cypress tree
past the blackberry brambles
on the other side of the pasture,
each article of clothing
stripped from off her body
and laid in the growing pile
on the emerald moss
at the foot of the tree.

Turning into a nymph of these woods,
she skipped down the deer path
that took her deeper and deeper
into the forest,
past the pine log
and croaking frog,
through the trillium
and over the fallen hemlock,
she could feel her flesh
brushed by the young birches
on either side.

Further into the damp scent of
last summer’s leaves
rotting over pine needles
on the forest floor,
she strode;
there a sparrow
and there a woodpecker,
until she was flying
among the beech tree leaves
only half-unfurled from out of their brown wrappers,
her feet no longer touching the ground.

With every delighted breath,
she was entering more deeply
into the wildness and wonder
that was her life.
Her chest expanded
and arms outstretched
as if to greet an unseen lover,
she embraced the mystery and magic
of her own soul.

- David Karchere | Into the Forest


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