from all that came before
I've felt your vision rise into my throat
and doused the flame of memory tenfold.
in forests brown and green I've fragranced rotting leaves
touched velvet moss and known creature-stirrings
that startle silence.
I've walked alone, I've walked with others,
but never have I stood beneath the shadow
of the tallest tree or softest fern
without songs of nature's movements
serenading me with canopy leaves
and solitude's whisper.
I've watched your vision
rise into my throat, rain-stung eyes
searching the forest
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker