Song Of The Hill

~Deana J. Tavares

I made my peace

With her

I bid my adieu

Reflected upon all the spaces

Where light

Had trickled through

 

Where deer met berries

Foxes leafy mounds

Dripping through the branches

Melodic

Bird-like sounds

 

Every inch of the ground

Junipers they thrived

Tip toeing around

Tiny forest guides

 

I will carry you

In deep green

Earthy breaths

Where sprigs

Branches

Tendrils bloom

Within an open chest