A Poet

 I have discovered this new poet.  He has a blog with some of his poetry.

This is one of my favorites.

FOREST PATH

by John Millar

Walk slowly

Along the path

In the forest

By the lake

Listen

To the world

As you tread

On bare earth

Along the forest path

Let your body breathe

Into its own

Sunrise of joy

Knowing that

It’s not alone

Feel the crickets’ ratchet

Your footsteps closer

And then fall silent

As they quietly drift by

A pileated woodpecker

Hammers and shrieks

From a big-leaf maple

While prickly sculpin

Swim silently across

The deaf lake bottom

The world is real inside

And joins the forest

That surrounds me

Inside and outside

Never were separate

Everything here belongs

The land listens

Patiently waiting

To dance with us

To join us in laughter

And to carry us through tears

But it can also let us pass

In silence

Blind to its miracle

John Millar