A contribution

This one was inspired by a pond that I often walk around. I'll bury it there:

Nature trail prance –

A one mile promenade around

The green slimed pond –

Fine for the heart

And spirit

Bright moist clippings

Stick to my soles

Like wet static

Until the forested needle carpet

Exchanges green with brown

Fresh with humus

A hindered progression –

Low, prickly archways and

Untamed overgrowth remind

Of intrusion as deerflies alight

And bite – I think a cap next time

As I elude in spurts

A bird’s song – a warbler?

I never could remember

Who is who

A fox settles in the sun

Confident pup – regal and

Unaware of observation –

Too far for a cell phone pic

I’m hot and I sweat –

There is little air

In such dense confines with

Scents of scat

On the windless path

Brown ghosts

Wary in the brush –

A snort and gone

In a rustle

Back on grass –

A goose provoked tiptoe

To the car with a breath –

The forced world awaits.

d.g.pratt