Tumbling water
mossy stones
alders arcing
over fragrant
mist shrouding
the stream.
I come here
to be born –
to feel Forest
breathing,
sweetening
the sky.
Kingfisher rattles,
sparrows sing,
wood thrushes warble,
bumblebees hum, all
buried in emerald green.
Others remain unnamed.
A symphony
of leaves and needles
whish and sway
greet old friends by scent.
Solstice sun is hidden
behind the trees.
A background of lemon light
deepens sultry shadows.
So much hidden in the dark.
I bid good morning
to the Cherry
rising from Spruce’s stump,
focus water prayers
on healthy roots…
I know she has a source
of moisture beneath her feet,
but still,
I transplanted her
in the heat.
Someday a bear
might climb sturdy branches
mouthing ripened fruit –
And perhaps
both trees and bears
will remember
they were loved –
Without this
Woodland Family
(my beloved dogs)
I live alone.
Cedars murmur:
Some part of you
will live on here.
My lungs swell…
Fragrant wild lilies fill
my senses with June.
I rest in
the Grace
of the only
peace I’ve known.
