In the Woodland

Feel the breeze-noise and bird-talk, she said.

Smell the twitch of foliage, feathers rustling

alert hair follicles to the march

of soil dwellers and flight acrobats.

Taste the air flow, catch

sunlight on your tongue.

 

Through skin-pores absorb skin-bark

and leaf mould, textures of fiddleheads.

Breathe in charcoal-squeak, silence

of ink-flow, scratch of graphite

and oil pastel resistance

interrupting paper grain.

Mediate whilst mark-making.

 

But please don’t draw the trees.