taking random trails in warbler woods

"Not all who wander are lost."~ JRR Tolkien

-for rick

so deep in the thickness of trees, fallen leaves
the sounds of breath and heart beats
take over- obliterate thoughts that would
ordinarily weigh the heart to arches of feet

we spot tracks of horse hoofs heading west
no need for a compass when the sun shines
in between the mostly leafless pine and oak
to be needless during holiday season frees

hearts on fire to transpire; a lighter approach
to woods ablaze with ancient song- the one
melody that would allow the climbing of musty trees
courted with a mind's eye- focused on both

the dirt clung roots and the fringes of branches
catching the light without trying to outshine
any other; to own each step, sauntering
slip sliding away without warring within

private portholes- presently singing
hands cupped on ears to amplify ringing
as long as woods remain we walk with both
the height of sun burning, and the falling rain

words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '15