The Glade

A poem about a weary traveler and his brief respite.

Trees surround a glade
Bathed in dappled sun
Lost leaves float aimlessly
Swirling above the grass

A weary traveler
Here discovers peace
He sits upon a stump
And plays music for the trees

They sway, he sways
Amidst the dancing leaves
Until the traveler decides
It’s time to pack and leave

One more glance behind
To save it in his eyes
To return sometime later
Even if only in his mind.