A Walk: A Poem by Kassie

In the spring cold,
the sun was sinking into gentle mountian arms
and the moon was smiling upon a lone woman
silently walking
waiting to hear sweet afton's gentle song,
see the trees secret dance to
the winds dulcide tune.
She patiently waits for twilights magic
to fall upon the land
so she could slip away.
Lithely joining the the moonlight's
symphony of nature and spirit,
she lets her mind soar with
the red tail hawk's eventide flight
feeling the poignant simplicity of just being
No great messages or secrets from the Oak or the Fox
just feeling mother earth and her soft heartbeat....

she continues her thoughtful walk down the darkening path into a druid mind.

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