A Most Unusual January

To the woods today,
To the creek, she who speaks
My secret name in gurgles,
The white icicle teeth
Hanging in the sun, decaying,
Falling out to shatter on the ground.
Oh, the pungent odor of wild onion
As I pull it from the mushy soil,
Swaying skeleton trees dancing with me,
Groaning sycamores and pines full of sighs.
Mud dog galloping in the marsh,
Crashing through cattails with his big grin of freedom,
A glorious blue canopy above, almost unnatural,
Stolen from a sapphire.
Too warm for jackets, even,
Shirt sleeves rolled up to gather heat rays,
Never even minding the cold water
Seeping into my shoes.
Full of sun, full of light,
Full of wonder, full of life,
Remembering why I became who I was meant to be.
Watching birds watching me,
Hoping to hear them sing,
To match the music in my head,
The song my heart creates.
Time for home, a day well spent,
Up the road to homes and folks
Walking along their streets,
Smiles and nods, all are celebrating this beauty.
Past the restaurant and smells of roast beef,
Gravy, and french fries, hungry now,
Watering mouth, time to feed the body
Now that the soul is completely sated.
See my house, still decked in holiday wear,
Not a care in the world
As I enter sanctuary to give to all
Who wish to feel inside what I've marveled at today.