Raindrops
through the leaves
on the trees
in the cool summer shower
mingled with the
wet pine
beneath our feet
smells fresh and sweet
The engine of a mower
echoes through the trees
from a distance
as a dog barks
at a passing car
A bird flirts from
branch to branch
as a squirrel
chatters a warning
and runs to hide
I could get lost
here in this forest
and not even mind.
Copyright © 2001 by Shawn Murray
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