Nijinsky in the woods

I’ve noticed how the light
           moves through the woodlands
with great stealth
           how it prowls in bushes
and seeps into the soil
           whenever there is a clearing
and how in nature
           all things talk to each other
in their own special way
           I marvel at the long row of trees
on the edge of the open green
           all standing at the same height
a beautiful emerald chorus line
           swaying this way and that
when the whistling wind blows
           to animate their ballet

John Lyons