We come here, from the metropolis, with giant's footprints.
The hike is narrow, dirt trodden path with sign posts. Up and up, the path runs along shallow caves of pre-historic years. Shrubs and saplings crisscross with pine and spruce trees. Here nature designs her own house - from limestone cliffs to soap-washed out ledges, to the jewelled crowns of maple and oak trees. Gnarled roots stand out along the way, thick and grubby. Moss and wild flowers frolic, their leaves running zig-zag, then tumbling down the hills. The air is cool, heady with scents of fallen leaves and rain. The heart of the forest beats, steady slow hum, weaving with maverick trills and caws carried by wind.
We leave the conservation area, conquered by green bath of forest. Small creatures, bubbling with dew and birdsongs.
of silence- as birds of prey
climb peak cliffs, screeching-
Posted for the D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday is hosted by Kanzensakura ~ The theme is forest bathing ~ In 1980, the Japanese began a type of healing/meditation/relaxation process called shinrin-yoku (森林浴) or literally, forest bathing. Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.