NOTE: this poem will be submitted for the Long Exposure Magazine 2017 Nature Writing Anthology:
Nestled among the clover,
Growing too soon yet still there.
My steps, carrying along
the thoughts of solitude
along the forest trail.
A prayer, one word spoken
with every touch and contact made
with leaves that linger on either side.
Heady, musk surrounds my
senses, leaving me stronger and with confidence.
I move forward, each step
softened under the green
that causes whispers from my shoes.
I am a nomad in modern time -
reflective of what one, what I,
can do, feel, think, understand.
The sun, filtered through branches, provides a sense to
"go on, dear one."
I refuse to be still.
Dancing along mushrooms are
the children of the trees.
Silent, I am watchful and
careful. One step. Another. Another.
I am no longer a stranger.
One footprint. Here upon the green
that settles to create a welcoming path.