Er c'hoad

IN THE FOREST

 

On the soft carpet of the forest

To go on velvet footsteps

To sit at your feet

In the dappled sunlight, in silence

Far from the sounds of humans

To listen to the rustling of your leaves...

And to caress alternatively

With my hand and my look...

In a soft voice I call you

Using your magical names:

White-oak. Forest-aspen

Maple. Hornbeam.

Black-alder. Willow. White Birch.

My thousand mute friends.

 

September 1968.