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