..a walk in your woods..

 
 
Before entering your shire I give pause  
With my deepest respect filled with awe  
I whisper for your permission  
Fingers touch your soil  
Is that your heartbeat pitter-patter ?  
A hawks wings mirror with a flitter-flatter  
You let me enter your domain  
Each leaf communicates my presence down your earthy lanes  
I hear your creaks and groans  
My heard tilts up  
your many hardened snake-arms sway in the wind  
Your devastating realness humbles me