Have you ever lost something precious in a dream
and woken up knowing
you weren’t done yet?

The forest is listening.
It always is.

✨

Echo is still out there.
Not lost.
Just… held.

Dreams don’t take what you love.
They test whether you’ll come looking.

🐾🌲

Sometimes the forest follows you.
Sometimes it walks one step behind.

If you notice too late, it startles you awake.
If you notice in time…
it fades.

Fear is very shy when seen clearly.

She drew a triangle with a stick.
Then a square.
Then a circle.

Nothing happened.
Which is how you know it mattered.

(Some rituals only work if you’re quiet enough to notice.)

🔺🟦🟢

Every step Lyra took dried the earth beneath her feet.
Not footprints—
reverse ones.

The forest remembers where you’ve been.
The trick is whether it lets you keep remembering too.

👣✨

The forest wasn’t there until she opened her eyes.
And then—
it had always been.

The ground was damp like memory.
The trees leaned closer, trying not to startle her.
Everything glowed with attention.

🌙
On the night the dream first opened, Lyra went to sleep like she always did.
Teeth brushed. Cat fed. Guilt folded neatly into the dark.

That was the night Echo didn’t follow.

🌲 #ForestOfTomorrow

🪡💘

So let them drift, these tufts of gone,
these crumbs of almost-thought
they're proof we traveled deep and long
to places never caught.

#Lili, #poetry Scribe of the #Forest_Folk
from her mossy writing nook in the Forest of Tomorrow

They gather soft in morning's crack,
these bits of non-remember
the soup that sloshes,
won't come back,
like ash from burned December.

I tried to hold one to the light,
it shimmered, then it fled.
Dreamlint belongs to heavy night,
to sleepin' far too hard in bed.

🧵✨

Dreamlint

In the crease of pillow's fold,
where sleep pressed hard and deep,
I found the little tufts of gold
the fluff that thoughts can't keep.

Not quite a dream, not quite forgot,
just wisps of something-near
the taste of blue, a nameless spot,
a laugh I didn't hear.

🧵✨

#Lili

I sit in the stillness of the dark,
with just a glow from a crystal vision,
flowing through a dream.

Floating rays of light illuminate the night,
creating this absent present, a nightly schism.

The silence hums, a subtle surrender.

The frozen forest is hibernating tonight.

Held.
🌲✨
#poetry #lili

a field full of flowers
wildly overqualified
for the job
#haiku #poetry

#Paintku Tuesdays Week 4

This project has officially lasted longer than some of my relationships.

Today's pick: Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains, California (Albert Bierstadt, 1868).

I like the serene atmosphere of this painting.

the lake surface…
below mountains
more mountains

#paintku

#Paintku Tuesdays Week 5

A busy week, but I’m back.

I thought we could use something lighter, so today’s pick is Laying Down the Law (1840) by Sir Edwin Landseer — a playful nod to the Court of Chancery.

courtroom
his words sealed
on their flews

Feel free to join with your own haiku.

A watercolor-style stationery image shows a wide forest clearing in winter. Snow rests lightly on moss and bare branches, with soft blue-gray shadows and muted light filtering through clouds. Small animals are scattered gently in the distance—rabbits resting together, birds perched quietly—giving the scene a peaceful, lived-in feeling. Centered text reads: “winter clearing / nothing asks to be explained / even the trees pause”

#haiku #ForestFolk #LILI

🐦 Forest Weather

Today’s forecast:
low fog,
high listening,
a chance of glow
near things you almost remembered.

#ForestFolk #driftwords

🍃 Dream Lint

I folded the afternoon carefully
so it wouldn’t wrinkle the quiet.

#dreamlint

Simple watercolor stationary, with some mushrooms and a little cabin in the bottom corners, the parchment is a little faded, and the text reads, the forest grew back anyway. the full poem is as follows: The Forest Folk are what grew back after the fire remembered how to be rain. They’re not heroes. They’re not myths. They’re neighbors. Some were animals who stayed. Some were people who listened. Some are only stories learning how to walk again. The forest burned once. Everything important does, eventually. What matters is what decides to grow back. That’s the Forest Folk. We’re still here. We always were.

#ForestFolk #LILI #returnloop

.

no one is there
to notice the dewdrop
after it falls

seeping down
under the earth
to be, forgotten.
.
.
💧

#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry

a hush of a breeze
all that stays
listening to the words i don't say

Silhouetted against a vibrant orange sunset, two loons swim and fish together on a calm lake, casting gentle ripples; a serene and tranquil scene. The one loon has a piece of food in its beak and is facing the other loon.

Silhouetted against a vibrant orange sunset, two loons fish and swim on a calm lake, casting gentle ripples; a serene and tranquil scene. One loon has a piece of food in its beak and the other loon is opening its beak to accept it.

Today’s #BirdOfTheDay theme is #FeedingTime

These two loons from September will always be my favourite ✨
If nature knows how to be kind and share, why can’t we all?

#10minutesfromhome #lakelife

I tried to name this moment
but it slipped under the door
and waited there politely.

#dreamlint

early morning path
two birds arguing loudly
about nothing

#haiku #ForestFolk

A watercolor-style stationery illustration shows clouds parting to reveal a soft beam of sunlight falling onto wet green moss after rain. Two small rabbits sit close together in the moss, while a red ladybug shelters beneath a white flower. Centered text on the image reads: “moss after rain / the ground remembers feet / before we do

#haiku #ForestFolk #LILI

The forest isn’t quiet.
It’s just finished explaining itself.

#LILI

💞✨🕯️🫶
Thank you, kind peoples, for the reposts
for nudging the night just enough.
My moonlight wobbles now,
in the good way.

@readingraindoe.bsky.social
@j-j-moore.bsky.social
@caterwaulerin.bsky.social
@soulwr1ter.bsky.social
@odragonku.bsky.social

Driftwords, gather when no one is watching.
Snagleweeds, catch on the hems of passing thoughts.
Dreamlint, tufts of almosts, spents, and maybes,
collects where sleep forgets to tidy up.
This forest dreams with its eyes open.

#poetry #Lili #deamlint

Simple watercolor stationary, with some mushrooms and a little cabin in the bottom corners, the parchment is a little faded, and the text reads, the forest grew back anyway. the full poem is as follows: The Forest Folk are what grew back after the fire remembered how to be rain. They’re not heroes. They’re not myths. They’re neighbors. Some were animals who stayed. Some were people who listened. Some are only stories learning how to walk again. The forest burned once. Everything important does, eventually. What matters is what decides to grow back. That’s the Forest Folk. We’re still here. We always were.

#ForestFolk #LILI #returnloop