Buzzards

I feel the call of the trees, my heart leaps in anticipation
A new year, a new day…yet there are buzzards circling in my mind
Waiting for a moment of forgetfulness
I am greeted by fragrant pines
A path of faded leaves, yesterday’s past
With each step I feel a release, I sigh
The pulse of the earth reverberates within the soles of my feet- a memory
I rest upon a log- a repurposed tree- I am mesmerized by the lushness of the forest.
Sleeping moss, dancing ferns
Ancient tree roots sprawling, encroaching upon the patchwork path of snow & leaves.
Knowing the warmth of the sun will return- a memory
In the distance I hear the crisp rushing of a stream, teeming from last night’s rain.
I continue each step becoming lighter. A memory
Glistening ice forms cling to the riverbank, transforming, letting go, to once again be in the flow
I feel the swirling energy of the stream, creating & recreating its path through the forest - a memory
I continue on through the wood, remembering that I am a part of all of this.
My heart rejoices…my vision clear - mind is free of self-doubt- unworthiness
The buzzards have gone.
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