The Brook Beyond The Pines

I could hear the sounds of the brook

calling from beyond the pines

it's voice was soft, gentle and inviting

beckoning for me to visit

how could I resist its call

to sit upon its banks

with feet dangling in the pool

formed by the eddying currents

I knew the spot so well

we, the pool and I

had spent many a hot summers day together

but summer was gone

autumn too had passed

winter had set in

snow covered the path that I had traveled so often

I thought, what did that matter

I knew my way even in pitched blackness

how could a little snow deter me

I strapped on my boots

put on my parka

grabbed my hat, scarf and gloves

then I set out to visit my old friend

to spend time in a place of peace

away from the stress of everyday life

to once again commune with my soul

to remind myself of who I am

to renew my spirit

for me

the bank of the brook

beyond the pines

offers life