Forest Heart Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I hear the pommel of hoof beats that drum upon the forest floor,
And the heavy breathing of deer;
A waft of air stirs beside me,
The plants rustle ever so slightly and it is gone.
A lone bird calls out;
Breaking the stillness that was left behind.
The wind gathers itself and moves among the leaves,
It twirls them about,
Moving from one to the next;
Beginning yet another dance.
The dappled warmth of filtered sunlight on my skin roves over me,
Sometimes here, sometimes there,
Never quite in the same spot.
The fissured bark of the trees feels so right beneath my fingertips,
Even more so than the soil feels beneath my feet.
Inhaling,
The air is pure and wondrous;
The scent of honeysuckle adding to the general ambiance.
I breath it all in...and out,
In...and out.
Da.dum...da.dum...da.dum,
My heart beats in sync with the rhythm of life itself.

(2017.4.18)