The Woods Call

Your voice I hear again today.

“Come rest a while” I hear you say.

You're calling, calling me away

To clear my cluttered mind.

Like folks waiting at the train

To welcome a loved one home again,

Your trees stand tall at meadows end,

Just past the dirt roads' wind. 

The well-worn path just through the gate

Offers an enticing escape

From all the many cares of late.

"Close the gate, and leave them behind."

How a walk deep into your midst,

Absorbing sights, sounds, and fragrant gifts

That cause my spirits to uplift,

Would to my weary soul be kind.

But, sadly, I cannot heed your call,

There is work to do after all.

But, I vow to return in the Fall

When brilliant colors dress you fine.

K. L. Dennie July 2013