Summer in April

by Buffy Aakaash

With mindfulness I walk these paths
in mountain woods, the mud from thaw
coats my boots, my jaw dropped in awe
of peaks that climb, no clouds at all

I reach the creek and pause to think
with mindfulness I’ll walk this path
Brome grass, water falls, aftermath
of melting snow, its last passed as

April’s warmth wraps up the winter.
Down at the pond while wild things clash
in mindfulness I walk this path
with bears, coyotes, frogs and cats

across the flats. The sugar shacks
and maple taps are past their time
The shrubs and vines begin to climb
With mindfulness I walk these paths.