I step from the low light

Of a winter’s sun

Into the curtained canopy of a evergreen stand

Pausing, time for eyes to adjust

To the darkness

Where the sun never reaches

A faint sound of gently moving of water

I step to it’s musical tone

Where there is rock by the stream

To sit, watch and listen

Until I imagine what will be

The time of the setting sun

So I may head home in its’ light