Sun dappled path of earth and leaf
meandering through the wood.
Stately oaks stretch high and wide
to touch the heavens brief.
Swinging moss flows to and fro–
to sweep the forest floor.
Frozen still in place and mind–
royal buck and timid doe.
Lilting song of robins free
and cricket’s violin.
Skylark sings of loss and love–
magic yet to see.
Although less trod upon
than those in decades past.
Memories clear as sparkling glass
or reflections on a pond.
copyright 2008 Elizabeth Melton Parsons