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Walking down steps outside the back door
Saturday early evening, late March at first on grass
across road quiet, with a car powering past
he went onto wood chip path into woods with sound of rain
that before was silent on grass and road but now in woods,
noticeable immediate subtle, sounds of dozens and hundreds
of raindrops onto dozens and hundreds of dry thin leaves not
yet wet such a delicate depth of sound and breadth into
woods complex yet simple not needing to understand just feel
the soft, giving soil of pine needles thru pine woods
and hardwoods up Pidgeon Hill and down
to kettle pond with surprising sight of round fast drops on black
water circles and circles expanding and disappearing
too many to see but no need to see all or know just eternal
simplicity of the woods this grey evening twilight coldish
late March darker peaceful walk
above the background of beautiful drops on leaves
the geese honk fast above and
blackish birds dart into brown cattail reeds below
uphill onto flat path brushing hand over oak bark the sound is
loud then the smooth pine, simpler the smoother bark is
quieter and stopping, looking up with rain falling onto face and
eyes seeing drops with bare black trees against flat milky sky
darker now eyes closing, the sound, the sound
no need for anything else.