I turn to the forest
to escape, only to find
my retreats are dwindling.
The breeze brushes
my face, a gentle whisper
enticing me to follow,
leading me across the
valley through an herbal
rainbow. The air is ripe
with rain – anticipation
makes wildflowers smell
sweeter – all the senses
peaked in preparation.
Birds bursting with song
trying to fit it all in during
these moments before the
storm. I step into the shadows
cast over the hollow, the canopy
creating a false night like the
long shade of my ancestors
shielding me from the truth.