As the setting sun touched the fading mountain peak
And disappeared behind a hazy horizon.
I began to settle in for a long night of woodland sound
And smells of resting leaves chilled by the night.
Listen, tiny feet scurry from branch to branch
Leaving thought to what it could be.
The frightful sounds of death as the circle closes
And a weasel eats well tonight.
Thoughts roam through open mind and conjure many visions
Opening pathways to places unknown by all but you.
Sleep comes quietly like a gentle moon reflecting it’s light
Through a universe of dreams.
A light breeze brings scent of late wild flower invading dreams with reality
And shadows quickly obscure the essence within
Trickling water dances it’s beams into a canvas of golden leaves
Leaving random whims of dreams forgotten.
