Nature

By Carissa Mann

Outside my back door,

You surround me–

Grass pressed under my feet,

Birdsong on the air,

Perfume of wildflowers dancing,

A stream giggles past,

My hand rests on tree bark.

Outside the van window,
I see you again–
Sun slipping away,
Trees rushing past,
Birds in a line,
Pink and gold clouds,
Lengthening shadows.


Everywhere I look,
I discover you–
Hiding in a city park,
Sheltering me in a forest,
Sleeping in a campground,
Hurrying on a river,
Once again, you greet me.