At rest in the woodsong

At rest in the woodsong

I.

At rest in the woodsong of a low-tone flute as all light

floats away like an infinite multitude of paper

lamps flickering under shade on the trembling surface of

a dense wooded valley creek that whispers from the dusk to

the dark of evening where dances the light we cannot see. 

II.

Three times we sang the song.  Beneath the dark shade.  Heavy with

leaves, trees absorbed the songs as though they listened. The trembling

acoustic sense of the leaf.  The subtlety of quiet green

awareness.  Three times we sang as into the void of sound.