Stillness in Vibrancy

I stood still, motionless in the vibrant woods.

The darting staccato squirrels, 

The creaking triumphant pines, 

The luminescence of the lingering drifting mist, 

The fragrance of woodland delight, 

The reassurance of the autumn, it's cold breadth upon my cheek 

I stood still, motionless in the vibrant woods, 

Photograph by Philip Waldron

I communed with God in that quiet time.