A Walk in the Woods

Sometimes
a walk in the woods
is just a walk

Sometimes it is an exploration
of scientific discovery

Sometimes it is a search for beauty
a walk filled with wonder

Sometimes it is a renewal,
a refreshing of body and spirit

Sometimes it is a hero’s journey,
an archetypal quest

Sometimes it is a forgetting,
a dropping away of the world

Sometimes it is therapy;
sometimes a meditation, or a prayer

Perhaps, after all,
a walk in the woods
is never just a walk in the woods

NaPoWriMo – Day #23

I walked up the hill
past the old climbing tree
and down the path
into the woods.
There is a deep layer
of dead, brown leaves
from last year,
maybe several years.
They crunch under foot,
like walking through skeletons.
Yet, the buds on the trees
are swelling, greening.
This is not morbid,
it simply is
the way things are,
life and death together.
Perhaps
our insistence
on separating the two,
on fearing and denying death
is what’s abnormal.

November

by Mary Bach

by Mary Bach

As I walk the ridge top
watching for rain
I wonder

what the tulips dream
tucked safe in their beds
for the long night of winter

what the wind sings
that inspires the leaves
to dance across along the fields

These things
I wonder
watching for rain
as I walk the ridge top