CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 55

Jeremy Frost WOODLAND WONDER Through forest glade I wander Toward the west’ring sun. No hurry in my footsteps. There’s time ‘fore day is done. Each sunbeam spotlights something— Some wonder to astound— From rust’ling leafy ceiling To fern-lace on the ground. The air’s alive with birdsong And insects’ throbbing buzz. Just feel and smell the life here! No place that ever was Restores me like the woodland— It feeds my weary soul, Refreshes mind and Vision, And leaves me feeling whole. currently appears in Scribbles, 55