Peering through my windswept bangs
I revel in the shadows dancing on the ground
leaves and branches of the trees
curls and clothing of me
raising my gaze into the canopy
that mostly veils the clear blue skies
sparkles of sunlight flash in my eyes
In the distance
wind blowing through the eucalyptus grove
sounds of something familiar in past time
like the roar of a Colorado river waterfall
yet also sounds of something from my new home
like the hum of waves pounding upon the shoreline
Suddenly out in the open land
the golden fields and the tree tops in the distance
stir in waves and ripples
unprotected, vulnerable,
puppets to the wind’s demands
Back within the womb of the forested ravine
calm, a respite from the wind’s chaos
birds, Dark-eyed Junkos I think,
flitting about and playing with me it seems
and dragonflies and hummingbirds and butterflies
and a fuzzy red bug I’ve never seen before
and an aging California oak, wound gaping
having disembodied 1/3 of itself onto the forest floor
I rejoice in being a spectator of nature
today I applaud the wind
the conductor of my symphony of senses
heightened and pulsating throughout my body
as I walk in the woods on this windy day
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