haiku for you and the forest (songs of hope and home)

By Helen Smith

blackbird digs

for new life

in last year’s leaves

quiet

and the room

is my own

return home

with you

from the city

bare feet

on familiar mud

cherry blossom

just this: tea

masterchef

and my hand in yours

forest

no people

no sign of them at all

l-theanine

oxytocin

phytoncides and terpenes

stridulation

grasshoppers at my feet

bare skin summer (song)

(fresh air) finally

(trees) outside

(no people) alone