Wood Song

Midway through
the canoe trip on the
narrow, leaf-lined river
I heard it.
The wind in the tree tops,
sighing through the supple
green of early spring.
I sat still,
wide open,
my mind hushed,
surrendering to
the wild soul-song
that moved
through the woods.

tree arch


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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