The forest has a heartbeat,

can you hear it?

In the lush green depths is where it is strongest.

Subtle, yet strong.

Pulsing beneath the surface,

it drums a beat within my soul.

 

In the spring the song is simple,

sweet and soft.

Then with a rush the notes emerge singly, then together.

Every life sings along.

The tentative notes of waking

the melodies emerge, and my heart is glad

 

The summer notes are strong

bold and brassy

building up the song becomes vibrant and vital

growing songs

joyful and exuberant

melodies of love and growth, and I add my voice

 

Autumn songs are drowsy

lush and heavy

settling into a rhythm that rises and falls like breathing

sleepy notes that drift and hang

upon the air, lulling 

us to rest with a hush and a sigh

 

Winter. Oh, winter.

Quiet? Brooding?

silent songs of biding, no. The forest beats a bassline

with highs and lows of winds and snow

reminding us that spring

is yet to come, and to steel ourselves for the morrow.