Saturday, September 13, 2008

...seeking

Footsteps fall quietly
The light is oh, so faint
The air is clean and morning glow
Brings promise of the day
My breath is caught in strands of light
Between the branches, dance
A vapor, soon gone from my sight
Seen casually at glance
The evergreens stand silently
As though to calm my soul
The others slowly dropping leaves
Preparing for the snow
A creek, nearby, sings low and deep
And tells of travels, far
But through it's language, signals seep
"He knows just where you are"
And at the waters edge, I rest
The sun now warms my face
I've found a peace within my chest
I've found you in this place

2 comments:

B said...

CHEEZITS AND CANADIANS


I am not sure how I missed that before!

Samuel J. Costner said...

Un-observant canadian.