I enter waking woodland, breathing air
Fresh as a peppermint fountain. Bees and blossoms are drifting on the breeze. A daisy chain of birdsong sparkles in the sky, I tread the many-coloured dreamcoat, The green and gold mantle, That cloaks winter’s bones With bright stars of hope. Browsing sweet saplings, like the sheep and wild deer, I taste young leaves and squeeze them on my tongue. Drunk on the scent of birch sap and love, My soul lifts like silken banners to the sky. Copyright Julie Darling ©2013 |