I Give Myself to This

Light pools like spilled water on the floor

Cold air slips like silk beneath the door

The sky feels like a grey wool cap

Pulled down around my ears, that near

All the ridge is lined with stands of beech

At the tops, they're swaying quietly

So elegant and raw without their leaves

All of these I see

I catch a memory, a scent, another short glimpse

Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss

I give myself to this

There's a hidden spring back where it's hard to find

Someone used it years ago to make moonshine

This forest has a different sense of time

Than yours or mine

I catch a memory, a scent, another short glimpse

Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss

I give myself to this

There's a soil horizon

Layers beneath the trees

A sign of outward grace unraveling

One bird sits and sings an aching song

One turning leaf, ten circles on the pond

Two careful does wait silently beyond

Then they're gone, they're gone

I catch a memory, a scent, another short glimpse

Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss

I give myself to this