The twig underfoot cracks with a
feeling of wakefulness in its breaking,
making movements in our hearts.
The rustle of leaves above reminiscent
of fresh sheets pulled above sleepy heads,
in the afternoon’s freshness.
The babble of the brook like the pouring
of champagne before outpourings of love,
which leaves us breathless.
Your laughter as I tickle your skin
with a buttercup made for tenderness within,
which leaves you speechless.
The squirrel which gathers some nuts
and scurries away to keep them for another day
making us want to hideaway,
leaving us senseless.
The tall grass which in gentle winds bend
and dance so closely as they sway
making us yearn to move that way.
I look in your eyes that say.
A walk in the woods,
it’s such a very nice way to discover and play.
And; are we alone here?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-in-the-woods-2/
