Ahgreyeuss

Still smooth limbs                                    
                     Lingering                      
with the scent of oak                                     
only faint impressions                 of bark    
                                                       of leaves      
emerging                                                          
boulders           lichen                                                        
bleating     a whistle through brush                                              
consorts      sipping      immature streams             
                                      willowy saplings vaguely
                                                fingers      twigs    and wind
pulling at the trunks            and leaves
           rippling the pools                 and waves
peering into the caves       naive                                 
always
the presence                       
of the woodlands        
the texture                                        
of rock                 
the sound                 
of water

          we are
                                              exploring
.