Woodlot

February 2021

Woodlot giants erect and tall

Cathedral arms fingers touch

Tangled green seeking sun

Breezes meander rustling through

Animal tracks ubiquitous 

Rabbit mostly one and two

Fox coyote coon

Common trails where no man goes

Saw a hawk floating through

Maybe owl tan brown mottled

Pileated pecking breaks muffled quiet

Other sounds can’t be seen.

Greys and browns pillars spaced 

White and golden rise with grace

Ridges scales and flaking

Soft and corky to touch

Sun leaves from daily path

To the west blazing finale

Moon rises light to night

Through awkward dormant tangle

Careful walk keeping balance

On hidden web beneath

Biding time poised to wake

Soon for spring warm melt

Deep green in summer heat

Blue and white behind

Shadows cast across the floor

All there is is life.

©️ Steven Tubb, 2021