a Blessing for the Woods.

Before I leave, almost without noticing,
before I cross the road and head toward
what I have intentionally postponed

Let me stop to say a blessing for these woods:
for crows barking and squirrels scampering,
for trees and fungus and multi-colored leaves

For the way sunlight laces with shadows
through each branch and leaf of tree,
for these paths that take me in,
for these paths that lead me out.

S.Glacer