Wednesday, March 7, 2012

open to revelation


the open woods


now that I’m up here in the Smokies
I’ve walked the bounds
and appreciated how well
folks have been good stewards of cabin and yard,

I’ve seen the surface,
sauna-ed and dipped in the creek,
and napped on the porch,

it’s too early for spring flowers
and winter has left the forest as a clean canvas
to which spring will soon add color and delicacy
to complement the greens, browns and grey
that call to my eye now,

often, when I’m up here, what’s on the canvas
is what I need to notice,
and tomorrow that might be so,
today, the bare trees and ground,
and the lightly chuckling streams,
feel open to revelation that might come soon.

by Henry Walker
February 29, ’12

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