The south wind took me on wood walk
Through the fields I share with the deer
Who were there having dinner and drinking
the sunset.

The woods were haunted with spirits
and fallen trees and the crossing of
all who live above ground
and below it.

The dogs found the rushing stream
which used to be invisible.
And now dances through the grasses
running through and away
from here.

Muddy and wet. Smelly
and drunk on fresh air.
Flushing pheasant and sniffing
life's leftovers, the old dog found
the spring
in his step.

1 comment:

Beth said...

Wishing I was there for a walk with you during this enchanted spring. I loved your felted hearts too!