To go to the woods
In spring
Is to be
A verdant thing
A newer green
And softer yet
Than what you’ve been
The scent of all that’s true
Besetting you
A rich and earthy symphony
Swirls up
From mossy path
To throng the budding branch
With sweeter notes
Than whence you’ve come
And every wooded thought
Of dappled sun
And nymph of forest floor
Breathe through your heart
A new awakening
And sing through every pore




Sara Mathews     March 2016