Forest Spirits

Some trails are mystical.

Not necessarily because they have ancient trees,

Or incredible beauty,

But because they have a spiritual presence,

Apparent to those who can feel it.

Sometimes I imagine Shape Shifters.

Like the very curious salmonberry pickers,

And their enthusiastic salutation.

      “How are you kids today?”

As if they were Forest Elves,

And had been there for a thousand years.

Or the Old Golden Lab,

Taking itself for a daily walk.

The very much present Wilson’s Warbler.

Its brilliant yellow

Illuminated by the sun.

Singing its heart out

For those who will listen.

(Kay Dubois Trail, Quadra Island, BC)

Penny Youngash

Antler Lake Trail, Gold River, BC

It’s alive!