I walked the wooded path, remembering
sunlight flitted about the trees of early spring
I could taste the smokey woods, steaming in the sun
a fragrant dawn, a lily fawn hidden by the flowers
still as winter's pond

When little was left of looping thoughts and troubles
silence was a river bright and swift, floating as a feather
and I could not remember, but a song playing
softly over

"go out in the morning now,
a crown of maple leaves, a crown of flowers
circling your sweet head"

a mantra
pulled me in - forever
and there,  I lived on