| the tired old path sighs as the leaves breathe scatters leaves across the trees bend- branches, providing some refuge quiet from the blinding sun the bushes rustle softly, as if hidden animals were laughing i watch the sun streams in and out of view i smile as the leaves dance across trail the well beaten path tiny birds flit about as the trees; chattering excitedly squirrels smile hunt for acorns and for one brief moment i stand, silent tilting my head upwards sunlight streams across my face taking a deep breath; i close my eyes close for a moment, only feeling a fluttering over my face cautiously opening one eye, then the other i saw a flash of marigold and black i turned back towards home butterfly leading the way towards home... |
| The Path |