sitting at the end of dinner
feeling a calling
thinking of a walk in the
woods
just before fall
not in the deep unfamiliar
thick forest
no something familiar
suburban woods
looking for opportunities
for discovery,
for moments of wonder
in simple things
curled leaves,
one translucent leaf
from another season,
sprigs of checkerberries
princess pine
moss on the lee of the
fallen oak
a chipmunk darting through
leaf litter
a dragonfly disturbed
at the edge of the field
right nearby
Edited April 24, 2013
“A Walk in the Woods – v2”
“A Walk in the Woods”
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