It’s early, and
The waking trees
Are moving slightly
With the breeze
I walk along
The forest edge
Although but lightly
I’ll allege
To each, indeed,
To all I see;
But that will not
Be many –
For I am out
Here all alone,
Companions I’ve
Not any.
It’s early, and
The woods unknown
To me, are calling
Out my name –
I find a path
To make my way,
With no forestalling
And no blame –
To each I find
I’d say I word,
But I will see
No faces
Except those of
The ancient trees
Where I still find
Small traces
Of forest lore
From long ago,
Of people dead
And gone
Who only come
When you’re alone
And it is just
Past dawn
