Reenchanted

A book of walking
Morning darkness warms to pink
And waking I only think
Of trails already tried.

A gentle ruffle across the water
Stirs memories of laughter,
Of boastful, happy pride
When a gang of men grew strong.

But not long past I long
For sunny, playful yellow lawns
When youngsters run and hid
Only happy someone will seek.

This game of rise and fall,
These seasons of rest and trial,
Ring around me like sap and bark
And the dark, wet rings still seep.

Ooze sweet life and bitter night,
Fade vibrant green to Autumn sages,
Point up way to a higher sun.
And branch withered arms toward heaven.