Home Poem by kara towe

Rings silently extend across a mirrored cove.
Trees stand, needled jade, draped with deep olive colored mosses.
Birds tweet, chirp and whistle out various rhythmic tunes.
Waves of water gently lap on the shore of pastel colored stones.
A Buck Eye butterfly flutters effortlessly through the air.
Moist umber pine needles carpet the soil.
Brush of soft green leaves render deep purple Huckleberries.
Fallen pine cones lay untouched.
Up rooted trees lean embraced in limbs of erect trees.
Logs lay blanketed by lustrous pale green mosses.
Small mushrooms glisten with dew.
Mounds are covered by small tear leafed creeping vines and bright red Bear Berries.
Sun beams penetrate the forest canopy.
I sit listening, and feel the soft air all around me, rich with the scent of the earth.
I am home.