Dawning Creations

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods.”- Lord Byron

It was a dismal, soggy Sunday.
The weekend left us no time,
no leisurely play.
We left the house in a hurry,
seeking an adventure.

We ran to the place we knew we stood a chance.
The woods.

Our woods had become an unfamiliar realm.
spindly, usually bone white trees were
overrun with moss and splattered with mud.
Their bark was damp,
and their leaves were propelling down the streams
and blanketing puddles throughout.

The newly formed streams
carved their own pathways,
through the trees, over and around stones,
dousing all the earth.
Areas we typically strode through easily
were slick and green with algae.

The mud sucked us down.
Each soggy footfall was chased with squashing
and splashing of water, hidden under the grass.
The slippery rocks and sloppy mud didn’t deter us, though.
As we approached an opening, we heard a chorus of
water spilling over stone.
Our hearts felt the rush of new sites coming.

There it was.
Past the quickly flowing streams and spiraled, mossy trees, the waterfall stood.
It stood, victorious and proud while lapping down the rock face.

We stared, not uttering a word, admiring our great find.
We endured the damp breath, watching as the water conquered the quench of last summer’s thirst.
It was Autumn, yet all was green and lush where the water ran.