When In The Woods I See Not Life...

Be still, and know that I am God.Ps.46:10 I craved a quick woodland-soak this morningbefore plunging into Sat. tasks... To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy When in the woods I see not life as sinister or crude or meanWhere the bird is a minister and the tree, a four-season queenThe air is like a silk scarf drawn through draughty awnings overheadAnd the unruly little tongue is content to leave words unsaid When in the woods I see not life as happiness to hurry throughNo scales to weigh or mark success by what we do or fail to doThe frantic chase toward twilight's brief eulogy subsides, leaf-hushedI am content with the insight of Nature's poetry, unrushed When in the woods I see not life as battlefields for more or lessThe creature is cut downs to sighs and yields to solitude's caressWhere factual epiphanies eclipse the graveyard-gilded dust As I gaze up, up past the trees into the Almost Face I trust When in the woods I see life as a grand sandcastle, briefly leased The shock and ruin of dreamlands commands attention like a feastOf effortless tranquility, like treetops reaching for the sky   To delight in simplicity is quite enough to satisfy When in the woods I see not life as something to dread or adoreBut rather like a gift that soon becomes a mem'ry, nothing more And here I am content to pledge to keep my wants humble and few To count it as a privilege to grieve the loves that once I knew Janet Martin a few snap-shots from previous woodland-soaks...