Thursday, July 10, 2014

Forest Secrets

.    (May not of understanding, but feeling tells--and Light.)

Sunlight dots the forest floor.

A leaf brightens to emerald and fades in a wink.

The scent of wood reduced to earth since my father was a thought.

Time stops ... by rest off the trail.

Flits quick, a phantom shadow gives away the now-gone bird.  Not seen, not heard.

Grasshoppers from the pasture for her hatchlings somewhere west.

Or maybe a thought.  No . . . Impressions nuance so lightly.

The mind is no match for being here not touching.

Heart's yearning still secret to words.

© 2014 Ardi Keim 7/10/14

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