A Poet's Scripts

The Forest ~ Forest in the Spring

I walk through the forest

in spring.

All signs of winter

have now slowly

melted

into the soil.

The flowers come into bloom

as if becoming free

after a season of

prison.

The bird.

The song

of the bird.

I listen, trying to hear its words.

The bear.

The bear crawling out of its hibernation,

with her bear cub, clumsily following along.

The sky is a pure blue.

Sun gleaming through the clear sky.

I walk.

Through the image that is

Forest in the Spring.