Forest Shower

FOREST SHOWER From the steaming highway Stopped for a light looking through A giant peering in woodland so thick and deep in thought No thunder nor lightning the mood is mild Promenade but a moment’s estimate Thirsty forest trees with half-wet stature hug in the dark forest glade So quietly drenched the scene the freshness a million tiny eyes within without The chatter whether angry or happy shelter Drops from high above mingle symphonic in the mist Pristine as it might have looked those past thousands Serenely innocent Perhaps a meadow with sharp hooves plashing puddles Happening on roses wild a few A stream trickled down from distant height so marvelously clean unobtrusive Oh to go down on both knees drink from white hands Wild flowers unknown uncultivated a treasure of weeds All is wed in perfect loneliness An ancient hunter’s blood recalled To run To cool the feet To bathe body and spirit Just to walk through such weeping nature? Oh no! Sacrilege! Invasion! No! Leave I must while the freshness the aroma lasts A final glance A shiver Eyes fixed for a second Stealing memory most dear Seeping storing in soul’s special place