The Forest

I like to go into the forest this time of year and hear the murmur of the silence around me. There my thoughts are crystal clear and this helps me to reflect on who I am. The blinding white snow cover the rocks and leaves as well as my past actions. the pine and maple trees branches now bow to the winter wind knowing ’tis the season’. The gray sky above shines like polish silver for the clouds are pregnant with snow that will cover, at least temporary, the way I live my life in the city. Thinking of just myself and forgetting those in need. I see a squirrel standing on his hind legs eyeing me with questionable black eyes. After a while he seems to know I mean it no harm and it scampers up a tree. Perhaps he knows he has to seek shelter. A wondering freezing wind finds it’s way inside my jacket, I too must seek shelter; perhaps from myself.