When the deep woods calls me home
The owl in silent flight wings by
Down dark and twisted paths I find
A way to navigate the night
Low moon will rise
The wolves at bay
Howling now to spark this spirit back to life
We are here and here and here
Their haunting cries resound
I am reaching
I am seeking
For the pack I’d lost or haven’t found
The roots rise up to trip my feet
The night descends a growing void
Into the leaves I scrabble
Into the leaves I weep
An innocence has claimed me
Mother of the Wood has stroked my hair
As the sun rays strike the forest floor
I awaken
I dawn bright in the morning glow
A canopy of dreams to shelter
The walk from forest shade to
Life’s garden of subtle budding hope
One step back into myself
Forest, sky, and mountain
Rainbow, cloud, and stream
Remain a part of me
