The smell of pine so heady on the evening breeze
Reminding me of night’s communing with the trees,
The cushion of dry needles covering the ground
I walk upon with lagging step makes lively sound
It matters not what wistful hours the heart has spent
Observing nature’s complex scheme and complement
Forevermore a wonderment this world must be
All sight and sound to witness night’s infinity.
When all those eyes that stare from dark and distant space
Constant staid from beginning time within their place,
Deep mystery when I myself cannot recall
Oh what flat spot my fleeing footsteps did last fall.
Of all the thoughts that race within the agile mind,
Search and never such accomplishment to find,
As needle, cone or sturdy tree, this fancy strike,
Numberless will bloom and grow with no two alike.
Great blessing that deep wisdom ruled since life began
Including this unspoken pact twixt God and man.
Claire V. Bogdanos 