Magic Carpet
Winter rains have coaxed the dry trails into a dense carpet of moss,
Soft to the touch and sweet in its smell.
I walk gently on this new growth,
Knowing that in mere weeks
The path will revert to the oak leaf mulch and riverbed sand
Where it lay hidden through long months of drought.
Am I the first to tread on this year’s virgin green carpet trail?
No, I am not the first to walk along this fresh green path.
I see hoof prints from the doe that walked ahead of me at this morning’s dawn.
An Excerpt from “Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies: Tales from the Lupin Patch”
Copyright ©2004 by Red Tailed Hawk Publishing
Toro Park, CA, photo'd by GG