Colors hug us,
each scarlet and yellow leaf
ready to flee the trees.
The warm timber
and tiny creatures listen
to our voices,
and I recognize how near you are-
our arms touching, our backs to the earth.
"Puritans believed the woods to be evil." I whisper,
the clouds hush the sun
and your moss green coat
my protection, enfolds me
and you respond
"Life Happens in the Woods."
In The Woods
Submitted on April 6th, 2010