If one of these days you don’t find me
search for me in the woods
call my name among the trees,
wait for me in the mist
while you feel the air on your face
let me breathe lightly while I come closer
and fall in love with every tree on the way
where sunshine meets hope….
inquiry for today~ slip into a hazy day….
One month is past, another is begun,
Since merry bells rung out the dying year,
And buds of rarest green began to peer,
As if impatient for a warmer sun;
And though the distant hills are bleak and dun,
The virgin snowdrop like a lambent fire,
Pierces the cold earth with its green-streaked spire
And in dark woods, the wandering little one
May find a primrose.