Ode to the Forest

The falling leaves Sufi dance in the wind
as the woodpecker drums and the
chickadee chatters a response.
The stream provides the harmony
while the eagle performs his ballet
beneath the curtains of clouds parting to
reveal the backdrop of blue sky.
The scent of musk from
dead leaves in the dark
corners of the forest blend
with the early winter rain
and the cool air filtered
by tree, fern and moss,
filling my lungs with gratitude
and my eyes and ears with joy.

Earth Dance - for the Solstice

A warm summer day,
Redwing blackbirds
Flying in and out of the
Tall field grass.

I lie on my back
Staring quietly at the
Pure blue sky,
Puffs of white.

The earth is breathing
Quietly in sync
With the beat of my
Seven year old heart.

Dragonflies zip by
Their stain glassed bodies
Held aloft by
Invisible wings.

I breathe quietly,
Grateful for the solitude,
Feeling the earth
Dancing in the universe.