Scent

Through smell of leaf familiar, true

Like a part of it and at one then

The fragrance lifts rolling the mind 

Back to child places where my 

Father taught us how to walk in

Silence like the deer or to talk with

The beaver and slap the water or

To listen deep to the night birds

Cry and sing whip-o-will in return

Then I am here with my son and 

It is my turn to reveal our connection 

With the earth singing in the night

Breathing deeply in the wood hearing

The change of earths song rise to

Rest in the depths of our being connected