the lovely peace of solitude
in the woods
i find the lovely peace of solitude
where the only sounds i hear
are the chirp of birds…
the rustle of wings in the undergrowth…
the forage of squirrels in dry leaves…
and the occasional trickle of water
i follow a stream that parallels the trail…
leading to a wide creek and on to an expansive river…
the sun, so strong for November,
warms my skin,
reaches its apex, then begins a slow steady descent,
casting long shadows across the leaf littered floor
most leaves have fallen,
only the rich yellow-bronze of the beech cling tightly to their branches…
vibrant against the smooth, gray,
graffiti laden bark
i follow the creek…
a watery ribbon of reflected color,
until the trail snakes away
into the deepening woods
there is solace in these woods
and i cherish every step,
planting my boots firmly in the mud
to leave an impression…
evidence that I was here,
along with the footprints of
many kindred spirits
Sylvia L. Mattingly November 9, 2020
