Middle March

 Let's walk out past the swamp

 And along the north creek

 And take the trail through the eastern cedar wood.

Let's keep walking beyond the meadow where the birch trees grow,

Past the sprawling juniper

And the white pine.

 Let's keep walking until we come to the ridge,
where the horizon shines

 As the day
sinks into the lake.

As we walk down the steep hill to the moss trail, 

let's breath in the quiet of these northern woods.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, 

I wish you the peaceful restoration 

of walking in nature.