No Turning Back

The whispering of the trees,
A rustling language, leaves in the breeze,
And I wander, Oh, how I wander,
Peaceful in my distress,
Lost within my knowing -
There’s no turning back.
 
Sunlight streams through the branches,
A kiss from the Heavens
Tempering my Spirit,
Readying me for the horizon’s gaze,
The summit of my adventure
When light fades to night

And the stars are silent.

Dena L Moore
December 28, 2022