At Whim of the Wind

Rising overhead:

Men in orange uniform

Cutting down the trees. 

Birds flee from feeder

As the sounds from the buzz saw

Envelope the air.

Collette and the kids

Watch the fall of the large tree--

Now, an empty space.

Above the tree line

Plane etches white in the sky.

Birds call around.

Luminescent leaf

Still glowing next to the stream.

It's frozen in place.

At whim of the wind

Dead tree limb hangs suspended;

I swiftly pass by.

A path of bright ice

Gleaming into the forest--

Fairy stepping stones.

My invading thoughts

Abduct and carry me off

Far from my footsteps.