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 Forest Rhythms
On the cooing of band-tailed pigeons,
dusk settles the stillness softly.
A pack of coyotes yodel far below
and a chickadee whistles from a roost,
a final note,
like a chorus baton
closes with the last refrain.
The blooming shadows of moonlight
spread across the forest floor,
woven by the limbs and branches,
and the glimmer of a twisting stream
parts the vale,
like a silver ribbon
pulled through the darkness.
I spread my roll beneath a Jeffery pine
in the litter of spongy needles,
and the faint aroma of pie alamode
wafts out from the bark of this giant.
The air is pure
and sleep is sweet,
resurrecting forest souls.
And when a woodpecker taps the tree
in early light before sun up,
I rise to the auburn glow of dawn,
and then the early rays of sun smear
the treetops,
and the verve renews
the biorhythms of the forest.
Ed
Keenan © 10-06 |
