The sun touches my face fondly
As the wind plays the leaves with light fingers
My world moves around me calmly
But then it finds a way in and then lingers
The path I take is clear and straight
I walk with wildflowers and humming bees
But as it intrudes the periphery fades
And I can’t see the forest through the trees
The trail narrows and twists and turns
The sky clouds over in a blanketing crush
It encroaches as I have yet to spurn
And I am trapped in the brambles and brush
JArtB
April 16, 2021