Belgian Sketch circa 1990

                       

Here is a sketch I recently discovered in an old book from the days in Belgium, and I added some color to it!

Forest Song

Late Spring’s tributaries are muddy encasements

joining into a larger stream, 

following its source

the forest song 

murky stream murmuring

the sharp whistle of wood thrush

diaphanous light filtering into the canopy 

lime-yellow shining!

I am listening to the forest song

and all that it tells me is ancient and perduring.

Kneeling on the rusty yellow Winter mosses

shielding new red sprouts and tendrils;

lone hanging oak limb

pale buds silhouette the setting sun,

mist on steely grey Glendale.

The song of ripples and wavelets

soothes me in rhythmic caresses.

Giving praise to God in all things, 

worshipping the beauty of the Lord

in this Springtime kingdom;

shining and opening before me

envelops my musing 

gives me a sweet new song.