I walk amongst the trees

deeply into darkness

I step

across pine needles

deeply I step

 

Further from the chatter

of man

further from the rattle

of machine

further from the clatter

of cites

and towns

villages and house

 

Deeper I travel

deeper I lose myself

in this far place

of towering green

deeply in the forest

I step

 

Where tales are told

where Baba Yaga

eats children and carves bones

where paths criss cross

wolf tracks and wood cutter axes

 

Back in mind out of time

here and now

In the forest

deeply dreamed

dreamed ripe and rich

 

I walk amongst the trees

my skin all green

with eyes hazel

shining back the light

of moon and stars

through branches

bouncing back of streams

 

Whist spider webs hang

decorated with flies

and droplets of dew

 

O deep in the forest

hidden from the

every day mind

I walk

my hair falls flaxen

as woven vines

jewelled with red berries

my body clad in

furs and flowers

so soft and scented

of spring and summer

 

In the forest I walk

whist Pan pipes the echoes

of my soul.