Beneath the canopy
specks of dust fly above like happy fairies
as I stare into the cover
umbrella of green over my head
as blue skies dappled with clouds
waltz by like a meandering hobo,
except to move along
to the next destination.
Drops fall into my being
sticky amber fluid scented with pine
so different from the sol used to clean
I wipe into the tacky lotion
anointed by nature
at one with this moment.
The scent of dying leaves rise to greet
as feet shuffle through piles raked by the wind,
kicking about like a child I laugh out loud
heard by the ears of the universe
and the birds that take flight from the distance
speaking to me of which path to take.
Following the sounds of trickling water
as the creek lay waiting round the curve,
places I’ve been to before come back to me here
although this is all new
it is always the same
when peace is filtered through trees
capturing my heart
soothing me with its presence.