through the standing stones
the clear bright sun takes a breath.
just easy steps, on flat soft ground.
I thought it would be cold.
only a flicker of shade, nothing
has changed when I look around.
a sting of disappointment, until i see
a deer in the trees, watching me.
I laugh and it does not run
I walk closer and into the trees
another world, with dappled
light, but I still see the same sun.
the creature dips a head and then turns
I don't know whether to follow,
but caution stalls my stride.
I slowly turn in a full circle
breathing deep and longingly.
at least this precious moment is mine.