The rarified air beckons me……
Footfall on sodden earth,
Moist fingers caress ,
breath – held cheek.
As I enter yesturday,when,
through youthful eyes …..I last beheld this place.
Inhaling the memories ,exhaling my offering,
the warmth from deep within, joins with the forests’ yawns’.
I close my eyes , the scent of humus replaces modernity,
time ceases to be .
Inquisitive tendrils greet with gentle caress….
Hands of illumination part the canopy and reach deeply into the crib,
foraging about on the leaf strewn earth , inviting babes to birth.
New life answering with supple green ’kerchiefs waving in sweet surrender,
flagging enthusiastically in space …full of anticipation.
I feel born again in this cleansing space….dripping with moisture and nurture,
visiting with myself , quietness allowing…..
and all the dross is gone,
as the magic moves in……