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
To share is human:
