3-9-2011  Cool Dawn and Dark Woods            

The coolness of the darkest night,

,Drifts forth the fog and the dew on the hollow’s clover,

Birds quite not in flight calls softly towards the wee light,

Echoes afar draw nearer,The sound of the wind blown trees,

Swagger and break the hush of whisper,The calm of the wind has now wandered,

Light unfolds the night as the sun has spoken,And the relief of another long night.

Falls behind just like that of another,As my surroundings recognize and reveals,

I’m only leaving the forest to be as free as the softly spoken.