Man Walking

moves forward slowly

in the rustling

of a March breeze

older leaves as sponges

remain on the trail

mushes each foot

carefully placed.

Sun splashes on my

forearm as

shadows move

in from the covering

of tall spruce. A

partridge whips his

staggered pace forward

as he whispers along.

Birds chirp endlessly and

from a distance

coyote voices tremble.

Loons create a

rhapsody of peace

arriving sweetly

as it straddles a current

of wind.

Just past a bend

on this trail to somewhere

I sit on a fallen tree

close my eyes

and inhale

these woodsy smells.