Golden Day by Danna Faulds
It is a golden day, a day beholden
to nothing but its own sweet
The only question is how much
of its richness can I let in?
How slowly can I walk the
leaf-strewn trail, inhaling the
goodness of the woods?
Just how blessed can I let myself
be in the midst of the worlds
chaos and the unfailing generosity
of the trees?