toward the mysteries beyond.
find their way
by instinct and inspiration.
The air is as brisk as it is blue.
The work to reach the rise is well worth the view.
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
and the meadow appears.
The dark treacherous trail
becomes a gentle winding path.
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Awaken when the woodpecker knocks.
Birdsong accompanies the noontime meal.
Eagle’s cries announce the surrender of day to dusk.
Stepping stones warmed by the sun
beckon bare feet
to journey into serenity
Deep in the dark woods
suddenly the sunny meadow
appears before you.
Amidst all the green
a single white flame flickers
lighting the path.
Walk the soft path
in the cool water.
It is purpose enough.
At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.
for two feet
to take two steps
and cross into
the welcoming woods.
Clickity clack away rode summer.
The whisper and crunch of leaves
is the sound of Fall’s journey.