Forest floor beneath,
suspended within the green,
damp air holding me.


I skirt among leaves,
dancing through branches and rain,
light waking the mist.


To live in the trees
between damp earth and veiled sky
is enough — more so.

Could not focus much today – on a college visit with my son (St John of Blackberry Jam) – but I was able to squeeze out a couple poems on how incredibly wonderful the forest was. Thank goodness for trees!