Picture collage by The Unknown Gnome
I walk under soft, dark greenness.
Peace falls on me like rain,
The fiddlehead fern of my being
I breathe in cedar,
that my Inner Old One
from centuries past.
among the trees, unseen,
perhaps in the dust motes swirling
in patches of golden sunlight
filtered through ancient cedar.
an owl utters
a sleepy "who-hoo?"
Somewhere, a black wolf
through the veil,
his eyes speaking
our language without words.
I feel them
in my soul.
Shinrin-Yoku: the Japanese art of forest bathing.
This poem is from spring 2016 and is shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Come join us for some fine reading with your morning coffee.