Ode to a Glen

ODE TO A GLEN

Come now
into the shady glen
with the ferns
underfoot

a brook
enters from
a mysterious
opening
in the dark soil
and tumbles rock
to smooth stone

the leaves
shift
to allow
dappling
of light
over
the old log
we sit upon
in this quiet
place
where
so much
happens
without words

take in the scent
of humus
and
yesterday's rain

fingertip
to
fingertip
we breathe in
a moment
that cannot
be revoked

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