what music can
hear you
the wind blown fir trees'
basso thundering fugue
with the alto roar
of the wild creek racing below
what words can
taste you
radiant raindrops glistening
on evergreen needles
or smell you
flotillas of mushrooms
billowing across the dark forest floor
what verses composed
on rain darkened days
can sing you
with me
walking through
misty winter hills
leaving this poem behind
somewhere in the puddles of my footprints