I walked to the edge of the wood today.
Oh! But it beckoned and called.
I stood, it enticed and tempted.
I stood in the sun. Warmed and bright.
I looked in,
To the wood.
Where wind turns and spins in a beautiful musical dance with branches, weeds, and me. If I enter.
I stepped closer to the edge. Called as I was, to be there.
I stood, for as long as I could. Considering. I had a choice.
With a sigh,
I turned my back on the wood, the command, the allure.
Though part of me remained
I walked away from the wood.
And hear it’s beckoning call, still.
I took a real minute of my day and let the words play and spin, as if that wind from the wood, was in my cerebral cortex.