Beneath these mossy skeletal trees

 

 

I have a sense of light and shade

 

 

soft air and mist

 

deep bedded moss

 

crisp leaves in drifts

 

of sloping banks

 

fast flowing streams

 

crystal splashed

 

pebble dashed

 

I have a sense

 

of waiting

 

of relating

 

a sense of being

 

a sense of seeing