The Wood Asked Me...

When even the Creatures of the Night are still,
      the dew forms and follows the form
of whatever it lands upon,
     covering the fallen leaves in a kiss a water,
making the tent cool to the touch
     on the inside and wet on the outside
as i pick it up and shake it,
     the water cascading down
in droplets dancing upon
     and darkening my moccasins
as the line of light begins to form across the East...

Heavy with moisture comes this morning
     as the heat held by the Earth
from the Dog Days of Summer
     tries to hold on  against the cool of coming Autumn;
a battle many times fought and never won
     It is more a game of tag
as we played when we were young;
     a quick, hesitant caress
and then you're gone
     If i could hold the moments of my life,
i know where i would be;
     in a second and for forever...
would you come with me?...
              09-16-10