Though trees walking

book 15

Lost I walk

     through dark silent forest

where no breath of breeze

     does rustle leaves


sunlight muted

     comes down softly

muting colors

     and shadows soft


In the distance

     quiet babbling

of distant waters

     flowing by


dark and moist

     goes a pathway

trodden by

     many feet


in the distance

     like soft mist flowing

wisps of whiteness

     I behold


shaping mist

     taut tight curving

flowing lines

     I do see


colors muted

     half way seeing

hints of wonders

     I would see


flowing onward

     from me leaving

going on

     in still air


seeking after

     to find the pathway

to follow after

     where it might be



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