Saturday, January 11, 2014


A quiet walk on a well worn path 
Thru woodlands lush and green. 
solitude and silence echo the birds sweet song. 
Butterfly and Dragonfly the only things to be seen.
The whisper of a falling leaf 
My footsteps fall on moss, all soft and giving. 
The pungent odours from long dead trees
 Bringing sustenance to all things living.
©JKS 2000

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