Poetry, Love, Spring

She Speaks To Me

Shiloh, Vernal Equinox

Photo- Fort Drum woodlands courtesy of the author, M. G.

A winding trail takes me home
Lead by Mother Earth’s calling, I follow
Magic unfolds in barren woods
Naked trees never blushing
Budding in self-display
Savannah Sparrows flitting treetops
A gentle breeze rustles woodland sleepers
In silence, I awaken, then all to a hush
She speaks to me; Shiloh
Vernal Equinox, the return of Spring…