The rising river’s song
Interwoven with January night sky –
Another turn of the wheel.
From the top of the rise
The silvered folding of hills,
Letting the wind blow, where it will.
Black budded Ash
Holding winter’s counsel yet
Ahh yes, patience and the divine path.
Following the river
Immersed in landscape vision,
One step one breath at a time.
Footfall accepted by soft mud
The trees holding their breath
Dancing with the river
The distant barking of a dog,
Calling me home again.
