I walked into the woods so unprepared.
My clogs and handbag with the tassles
were all I had to save me
from bears and the Canadian Lynx.
I walked into the dim forest
so steadily and with such big steps
that no one could have guessed
at my faltering, my heart stopping
breath threatening fear.
I walked there.
The sound of peepers deafened
my ears to danger.
I tripped and no one saw.
I kept going.
The trees pull me in
and something in the air smelled like lilac.
Check out this Brian Pickings bit on Eve Ensler‘s tree fascination.