Meditation in a Forest

Phillip Brown

The gentle rain deepens the painted hues
Of verdant moss on somber stones.
In the stillness of a sunlit grove,
Where shadows play upon the soft, damp earth
Strewn with amber leaves that smell of cinnamon and Autumn,
I can think, wonder, imagine,
And let my dreams flutter about
Like butterflies;

Floating amongst the warm and tender winds.