Be still, and know that I am God.
Ps.46:10
I craved a quick woodland-soak this morning
before plunging into Sat. tasks...
To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy
When in the woods I see not life as sinister or crude or mean
Where the bird is a minister and the tree, a four-season queen
The air is like a silk scarf drawn through draughty awnings overhead
And the unruly little tongue is content to leave words unsaid
When in the woods I see not life as happiness to hurry through
No scales to weigh or mark success by what we do or fail to do
The frantic chase toward twilight's brief eulogy subsides, leaf-hushed
I am content with the insight of Nature's poetry, unrushed
When in the woods I see not life as battlefields for more or less
The creature is cut downs to sighs and yields to solitude's caress
Where factual epiphanies eclipse the graveyard-gilded dust
As I gaze up, up past the trees into the Almost Face I trust
When in the woods I see life as a grand sandcastle, briefly leased
The shock and ruin of dreamlands commands attention like a feast
Of effortless tranquility, like treetops reaching for the sky
To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy
When in the woods I see not life as something to dread or adore
But rather like a gift that soon becomes a mem'ry, nothing more
And here I am content to pledge to keep my wants humble and few
To count it as a privilege to grieve the loves that once I knew
Janet Martin
a few snap-shots from previous woodland-soaks...
