something’s been missing amid

these days of chaotic rumble

stirring counter to my nature

spinning my wheels

against the haunting

up the hill

heartbeat accelerates

steps mindfully cautious

of obstacles along the trail

all noise fades to distant murmur

as I find again the key to my rhythm

ravens chuckle from leafy hemlock limbs

squirrels chatter as I pass below

higher higher cedar and douglas fir reach

this green cathedral my open shelter

I met the young woman

crouching on a rise near the meadow

speaking low to her baby

exploring treasures of the forest earth

three petal trillium

sunlight and shadow

we lean to inhale her purple beauty🪶