Treetops
turn to flames

wave
bright greetings to the morning sun.

The
fire spreads though the forest

awaking
chirping birds

hiding
in the dew moist shadows safe.

Gold
leaves scattered on the dry ground–

their
time in the spotlight

I
yearn to burrow beneath the briars

snuggle
into a sanctuary with the raccoons

safely
sleeping from the sun.

Even
in the fear of human feelings

A
fern in the

forest
keeps cool.

Wash
gently.

A
fresh cloth on the forehead brings

a
healing sleep.

Wake
to a new choice of peace

that
passes all understanding.

8/06 and 8/09