on a trail, in a blaze of sun,
ice sliding underneath my feet,
I am kissed by dapples of light.
the trees are bare and silent, but swaying, dancing , listening .....
smiling.
Spring is jumping the puddles and laughter is
ringing through the branches
like the tinkling of bells.
we are in the territory of the heart,
stepping the well worn paths,
surprised by the sudden rocks and roots and ravines.
we are wandering wide on the unmarked trails,
discovering life brimming in the untraveled earth.
we are walking blind, side by side, trusting the shift of shadow on our skin,
relying on the song of things surrounding us;
believing in the song of things within.
My hand leans its soft weight into a plush, electric green pillow.
It feels like the beginning of an unendable smile.
I invite you to touch it, too.
and, you do.
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