Worth the Time

Often
I would look out calmly--
Quietly--

Across the morning wood.

The sun would rise rosy
And I would barely feel
The dew-colored air that would still be cold.
Sometimes I would shake from the bite.
But always,
It was worth the Time.

I yearn for those days
Now that I’m gone from those woods.
I think my soul goes back there when it’s lost.
And distantly,
It wanders the cool forest nights
Where the stars illuminate the emerald needles of those trees.
A treasure beyond any price.

Calmly. Quietly.
A fog creeps down from the hill and settles.
It lies like a cool, moist blanket
That I will cover myself in.