Light pools like spilled water on the floor Cold air slips like silk beneath the door The sky feels like a grey wool cap Pulled down round my ears that near All the ridge is lined with stands of beech At the tops they're swaying quietly So elegant and raw without their leaves All of these I see I catch a memory a scent another short glimpse Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss I give myself to this There's a hidden spring back where it's hard to find Someone used it years ago to make moonshine This forest has a different sense of time Than yours or mine I catch a memory a scent another short glimpse Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss I give myself to this There's a soil horizon Layers beneath the trees A sign of outward grace Unraveling One bird sits and sings an aching song One turning leaf, ten circles on the pond Two careful does wait silently beyond Then they're gone they're gone I catch a memory a scent another short glimpse Like someone leaned over and gave my forehead a kiss I give myself to this