Ahh. . .

The woods pull me in again
The morning sun tempts
through pine tree tops
Like a strong hand into a candle lit room
toward bliss.

Ahead, the sun dapples the earth
Saplings dance, tickled by sun
through dazzling dewdrops,
tantalizing, well placed,
the dance lures me.

At the top of a hill
Silvery luminescence bursts forth
from snow dusted pines
The glow. . .
Magnificent!

Below, an icy stream gouges
sharp through rock, mud, snow. . .
endless rolling, running, rushing
away.
I
Stay.