There are trees as far as the eye can see,
Damp, fresh air surrounds me.
The sky can be seen through holes punched in the canopy.
Leaves seem to laugh with each step I take.
Even the rocks look alive, rolling as if being pulled out to sea.
Like a deer balking in front of two headlights,
I stand gazing with awe at the stream before my eyes.
A cool breeze catches my hair and a chill descends down my spine.
Squirrels scavenge the ground for acorns then scamper up thick tree trunks.
My two dogs pause to investigate the scene and from the abyss,
Two coyotes appear.
I study their facial expressions, and look into the
Four, flaming fireballs of eyes that stare back at me.
Life seems to be on hold -
Everything is motionless.
The timid coyotes trot into the world beyond me -
The world behind my house,
And the woods begin to breathe again.