.the forest.

small window

opens early

warm air sweetens bird song

calls me out

into the wild wood

feet plant into earth


skin sharp with lingered frost

dust motes sing my heart high


step prayerfully forward

to find small things

focus changes

wild imaginings of night gone into nothing

distance heals

the day wakes

at last all that we had hoped for those years ago

on the high hill

we have it all here

we need to look after it

the forest

the wild wood

only now

there is

only now