Walk with me, out past the garden, to the cedar wood.
Let's step through the wall of trees near
the towering maple,
so good for climbing in,
and resting under.
Let's remember that everywhere we look,
there are small and beautiful details.
It is Middle-May,
and all the world is fragrant,
with apple blossom sweetness
and quiet hints of violet.
The cedar swamp has burst
into verdant green splendor
and even there,
amid the water mint and horsetail,
We can never rush past this handsome fellow,
and we must take a few moments to listen
to Dark Water Creek,
as it flows amid ferns,
and twists and turns
amid the roots
of sheltering trees.
When we step back into the open field,
the sky is a miracle of blue,
and the cedars a celebration of green.
Beneath our feet,
wild strawberries bloom,
and we will remember that
June is just around the corner.
Perhaps we will make a wish,
that spring and summer
will linger this year.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you serenity.
If you have time, be sure to check in on Steve's stroll over at Out on the Prairie.