Joy Alone (Connection)

the stunning silence of myself

from the hearts of forests

middle of mountains

a late low sun rests her friendly hand

on the crowns of uncompromised trees

a fox streaks across the sand and scented sagebrush

a chatter of chipmunks scatters

squirrels who stuff their briefcases for the winter

blue collar workers long term plans

the resiny crunch of orange pine needles

warm under foot

a windfall of sweet cones

joy alone

a startle of saplings

the power of trees

unraveling of rivers

joy alone

joy