"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend V"


We have walked often in the woods away
From the pounding city which is home sweet
Home. I like stony dirt best. The owlet
In the branches is your sought for Holy.
We both realize the wonder, softly
Breathing the world with our souls. A cat
Human, and a shoe scuffling human that
Prays for dry sunshine. Leaves, green or motley
Fill the universe, for a short dream time.
We have shared miles and miles of talking that's
Soon forgotten, enjoying it. Once, I made
You swear an oath never to tell to fools
The deep secret that holds me to nature,
Silkily bound,       I love smelling the rocks.