The forest is quiet.  Except for a sporadic outbursts from a murder of crows fighting over the deadfall.  A loon, a duck, a song bird serenade the soothing morning after the wind and wall of rain scrubbed us up.

We lost branches, needles and leaves.  Phew, they needed to be released.  Lighter now the sky calls us.  The earth warms us.  We emerge from the shadows one by one, leaving the etched black silhouette until the evening falls.

Firs and pines deep ever green.  Maples revealing their laced under branches against the opening sky.  We stand for you.  As you.  In you.  Breathing you.  You breathing us.

Divine flow clearing my world after the storm.  My lacey under soul is showing.  The constant green of growth and heart opening sky are mine.  Fellowship of comfort.  Beckoning.  I walk.