nature's guiding path

sweet
musky
the path winds
curves to a degree
yet comes back to me.
autumn now past
winter tried to last
but spring shown through, ever so fast.
the creek bed is on the rise
the pebbles shining along the water's edge.
filtered shadows playing tricks
they are not snakes, just shimmering sticks.
foot prints coat the lane
step by step, following in their frame
stepping not outside the line
an open field lies ahead,
dictating safety...i will be fine.
the broad, the open, the space
the border is of forest green
but the flat is,
leftover golden flax.
rain soaked creases,  
split the knee high grain
animal hooves guide my tracks.
certainly muse driven,
leading me to this new path.
 
the positioning of her fullness
as she sets the lingering sun
whispering to him,
it is time,
soften your light, you're done.
her rays, she cast
along side the glowing stars
elevating the bar
this night has just begun.
the whispers of the breeze
echoing off the creek  
dancing
trickling
across the sandstone.
evolution keeping time
as the water splashes and drops
as if to play,
in orchestrated,
eighth notes,
mellowing is the tune
as it pools into the lagoon
the movement dies and fades.
allowing my mind to stray.
 
for within the lake
you stand,
true essence, my poetic muse,
in the night
as the light
reflects  
off the ripples.
the beading,
the water,
rolls and drips  
from your beautiful skin.