hemlock

I sat down and unscrewed the lid to my thermos. The tea was still a bit too hot. I looked out to the marshes, which were golden, and then around at the ground foliage just emerging, then out to the water, and then up at the canopy of dark green needles. The morning sunlight filtering through made some kind of magic as I rested with my eyes closed, taking in the quiet. I was alone, and felt it, for the first time in a long time. It was medicine. Before I left this little sanctuary, I kissed the Hemlock, and then headed back to sit down by the water. I had been waiting for these woods for a very, very long time...