Thursday, December 29, 2011

It

Wind in trees
 Clean air in lungs
Dirt underfeet

Signs of dreams
Puffy clouds across blue sky
Bird song in the air

Duff makes no sound
Mushrooms peek through
Earthy scents of the hidden


Dewy shadows of green
Diamond speckles of light
Forest of jewels

Crunch of leaves
Tap of the woodpecker
Startled rabbit runs

Well packed trail
Up the path goes
The glen is so hidden

This is it.
I found it.
This must be it!
I want it to be it!
And so it shall be.