A Picnic in the Woods at Dusk
What I desire from you is the stillness
that is noisy with the sounds of words
that chirp out as freely as crickets
at the day’s snuggling down
into the profound listening silence
of dusk settling across the woods
at the edge of meadows tinged with mist
rising in lingering kiss.
I want no grand celebration
other than a free participatory hearing
of words’ dusky silence at day’s end
and the rising and settling of kisses
into the profound stillness
that snuggles into the deep woods of our souls
where we gladly journey
in search of true communion.
© 2004, Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved.