After the Storm

Up there in the forest
expectations fall away
heart beats follow your
chosen footstep flow

if you tune into
breath becomes rhythmic
mind breaks free
except for mantra
‘I’m so glad’ you might hear
your own voice in whisper

to the cedars and the wind
No rules to be so quiet
yet treading light feels
right when you’re here🪶

What Does A Poet Know?

not a thing for sure

but a Poet knows how to

hear the pulse of

take steps to

shift scenes about

invite possibilities for

ponder depths into

cut through the

hold onto

accept the or

hush when

ask

listen

learn

feel

wonder

wander

dream

keep and

never reveal your secret🪶