the wind rustles across the bow of the woods
a delicate pas de deux of barenboim and dupres
inhaling comfort in simple things
a white birch tree
regal swan of these woods
the radiant snapdragons
overflowing wooden buckets
the yellowing edges of leaves
preparing for the cocoon of winter
the ample harvest of sleep
to begin the beguine
the sharp plane of the saw
the blinding light of a razor’s edge
the blue stone rolling to the edge of the stream
moving along with a donnybrook of dreams
out-tossing the shrieking hawk
and the squirrels leap
across the mother lode of trees