Arroe Collins Forest Stories

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A huge spring storm is about to bust loose on this forest. It's swirling in circles like that of a hurricane but it's much too early for such a thing. The forest is leaning in to prepare for the worst. Human's tend to run indoors to watch the storm from a window or an app. I can't control what plays out inside this collection of trees. I am only a poet in a forest.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

So many seasons of growth for this one family of deer. The innocence of the early moments before walking. Learning how to blend into the forest floor to not be so easily identified. Within minutes this new seed will deepen it's story while discovering the creek leading to the lake. None of this was here in 1997! Then I heard in my heart, "Plant trees. Many many trees." Then nature

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A shadowy gloominess lurks within the forest this new sun. Normally I've got too much in the ways of rays of light. The forest has felt moody as of late. As if to be searching for something. And I often wonder if it's appearance is actually a reflection of where we presently stand.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Blinded by the rising sun. My writing forced to stop. So often we use these interruptions as a way of getting angry or disappointed. When in reality it could be the universe teaching you how to walk and stop running.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation