n. fr = clearing, glade.
Tunnel into the forest
Tracing a path
Broken and defined by generations of feet.
Sinuous line of history and memory,
Skirting trees and rocks,
Tracing ravine edges,
Following the landscape
with random purpose,
Becoming part of it,
Changing, deviating with the seasons.
Overhead, the wind plays with the treetops
Its chatter ceasing occasionally
To give voice to a chorus of soft notes
Sung by an unseen river
in the valley below.
Cascade into the dark stillness,
Silvery, laughing darts of light,
Punctuating the sober sylvan tones.
Ahead, the meadow beckons gold
As the trail veers to the irresistible temptation
Of the open landscape
Before the forest beckons it back.