I have come to these woods, after the rain
rivulets, sweet where droplets in soul have pooled
where clear water washes away blue
I have come to hear birds in spring
to watch the air of butterflies floating,
newly winged, faceted and sparkling
I’ve come to feel the cool earth, green with leaves
my feet soft upon mossy carpeting
toes intermingled in a fragrant field
cool of hyacinth emerging
in a swirling world, of unfurling fronds
the sun streaming across emerald pond.