An Evening in the Woods
By Andrea Cannon
I have walked across a meadow where purple blossoms shoot up from the dirt. Through the thicket and underbrush I have crept to get to this space amid the trees. I sit at the edge of the pond listening to nature’s conversation.
The warm, spring day has been filled with activity. Trees creak and stretch their limbs in the breeze. Birds chirp their evening songs. The water ripples lazily. And I am…