Callie Carroll - A Walk

The stark white of a sycamore
glints in the dappled forest.
A towhee rings clearly in the distance.
A trio of deer stare across the glen.
Their dark eyes lock on mine
and ask 'Why are you here? '

You reject the longer path
while I draw back,
reluctant to leave
the calm and quiet.

Then I see them-
Pale feather-cut leaves
and two hidden hearts
nestled at the base of a tree.
Common, yet delicate and graceful.
I almost missed them.

Return to me, linger
to see the hidden treasures.
What might you miss-
Your heart?
Mine?

Callie Carroll

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