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
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