I Long To Walk the Hills

I long to walk the hills today among bare trees that dance and sway where leaves, now flightless, stories tell where damp and rotting, earthy smells enhance and echo what they say I long to walk beneath the trees so graceful, bending in the breeze reflected in the runoff creek where I can often catch a peek before fawns scamper off with ease I long to walk beside the brook that shows the path the water took when last the clouds threw back their doors and blessed us with their precious stores left shallow ponds in shady nooks I long to sit upon a rock and simply let the water talk I babble far too much, it seems there’s much to learn from quiet streams away from demands of the clock So I’ve decided what to do and maybe it’s okay with you for I’ve resolved: put down the pen cast wide the door and walk again perhaps you’d like to join me too?