Your voice I hear again today.
“Come rest a while” I hear you say.
You're calling, calling me away
To clear my cluttered mind.
Like folks waiting at the train
To welcome a loved one home again,
Your trees stand tall at meadows end,
Just past the dirt roads' wind.
The well-worn path just through the gate
Offers an enticing escape
From all the many cares of late.
"Close the gate, and leave them behind."
How a walk deep into your midst,
Absorbing sights, sounds, and fragrant gifts
That cause my spirits to uplift,
Would to my weary soul be kind.
But, sadly, I cannot heed your call,
There is work to do after all.
But, I vow to return in the Fall
When brilliant colors dress you fine.
K. L. Dennie July 2013
