Strolling through
the woods,
the dappled
sunlight dancing
in the wind casting
droplets of pure
bright light out
across the
darkening hollows;
evening bird calls
and busy squirrels
echo along the ridges;
deer tracks stretch out
along the trail
in front of me.
I take slow,
even steps
and breathe
in fresh cedar and
honeysuckle vines.
Climbing the hill
opens up the canopy,
and the breeze and sun
sweep past me circling
through leaves ahead.
I trace the ridge line
with the sunset and
creep down the
old logging road
right at dusk
just as the
lightning bugs
rise up to
light my way.