Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Into the woods.

I left the paved path.
I walked into the woods.

I looked at the understory of the woods.

At the pond I rested.

I do not know how long I gazed
at the reflections.
A Blue Jay's call
brought me back to this day.


Sprite said...


The woods, reflecting on a pond, bird sounds...

How lovely that we can walk together, and be silent.

I love that!

Much love,

Q said...

Dearest Sprite,
I also love our silent walks. Just the sounds of mother nature and our inner thoughts, of being one.
The woods are lovely in every season, every time of day.
I was pleased to see the pond was clear. I love reflections.
Thank you for reflectiog the divine.