"Woods Shadow"

As the sun rose this morning
the shadow of the woods
moved quietly through the cabin.
The leaves on the branches
of the trees, outlined by the sunrise
danced across the front
of the kitchen cabinets
and hooked up with the woods again
through the kitchen windows.
A quiet movement in a quiet place
artistically clinging to anything it touched.
I sometimes just stand in the cabin
and watch the morning light move
along its assigned path.
There is no place it can't go.
Like the caress of the wind as it
fines your face and cools it
on a hot Texas day.
Like a gentle hand supporting you
when you are alone and quiet.
The moments of solitude that feed your soul
with the formless things that will transend,
giving you the peace and joy so many seek.
Position your feet where you want them.
Fine tune your thoughts
like a fine violin, and then listen to them
as they enter your life for the first time.
Eager to feel and dream what others
spend a life time searching for
as they stumble over the world.
Pick up your feet my friend,
life is short, even in the woods.
The shadows will fine you,
there is no place they can't go.