crow song & solitude
Linda M. Crate
when i walked the woodland path,
a majestic crow welcomed me
into the trees before flying off diagonally,
lost in the lips of the magical sun,
dancing through the trees;
a little honey bee sat on a rock,
carefully sipping on water,
taking extra care not to fall in —
autumn spread her arms out in whispers
of orange and gold, though green
was still the color of choice
for most of the woods;
and the creek glittered and beckoned
to me as she always does
so i danced in both leaves and water,
finding that peace comes in crow song and solitude,
and the joy that nature brings me.
