Cool Morning With Flute

everything's connected

music filled the woods where laurel bloomed

not the music of the spheres 'though there was that too

but music human-made plaintive soothing alive

a low harmonious breath an homage nature never forgets

i stood in chest-high ferns near a silver stream

i unfocused my eyes and was still

sunlight slid refracted on gossamer under the trees

the shadows of birds sailed against green

a woman beside me said one

and the word hung in the air as sweet mist

—with a line by Louisa Mae Alcott