the way is clear, the light is good

the way is clear,

the light is good,

i have no fear,

nor no one should.

the woods are just trees,

the trees are just wood.

i sort of hate to ask it,

but do you have a basket?

into the woods

and down the dell,

the path is straight,

i know it well.

into the woods,

and who can tell

what's waiting on the journey?

*   *   *

a feather stone for the first person who knows where these lyrics come from.

preferably without googling it.

*   *   *

i'm planning on having a slow year. 

and january is starting off a bit slow. 

i have a cough from hell. 

so i'm taking opium-laced cough syrup,

which gives the world a kind of a golden tinge.

and makes me feel all floaty.

and a bit distant.

but that said, it really doesn't seem that bad.

into the woods

we went for a walk down in our forest today.
it's a bit swampy in spots.
but mostly, it's deeply quiet.
alive and primeval in its silence.
timeless.
secure.
photosynthesizing.
and oh so very green.
i have this sense that it is enormously patient.
it has been here for years
and will continue long after we're gone.
there's something magical about that.