An hour each Wednesday is our time of loveafter I check the stations along the forest creek.We meet where beavers made a little pooland sweet grass covers the sloping bankcanopied by sycamores dancing in the breeze. We met by chance when I spotted herat the water's edge on a hot summer day.Blouse pulled out and open, she was coolingher bared breasts with a dampened scarf,humming to the burbling water's song At the snap of...
The Fox As I walked down My urban street A red coated fox I did meet. Freezing in my tracks I savoured my encounter with this old soul. Such a wonder A breath of wildness. He looked me in the eyes with the majesty of a creature caught In the headlights of my gaze. He viewed me, not of his world of ancient rights. and drew me into his perception Of life. Feeling the wind whip through my hair Running free Joyful hunt Fear a...
