I find the path
I’ve longed
to capture
Windows through branches
are blue with sky and
framed by draperies of moss
What lies around the bend
still unknown
though anticipated
Limber branches
and leaves among poke berries
beckon me to explore
Time is the crux
and as the wind stills
the beckoning wanes
The forestal adornments
feel my hurried state and
bid me go
Return when the time
is devoted to
adventure and not the mundane
