And I will

“ I found Her Once “
There is something special about the
scent of coffee brewing on an open fire.
When the world around you is shrouded
in a darkened void save a small circle of light.
From a glowing crackle of twigs and embers
amidst the smoldering scent of outdoors.
I’m not sure if I was a dreaming or perchance
I drifted off and into some other realm.
Only a wisp of smoke remained
my cup and pot were empty.
The Sun was peaking through the trees
as elongated shadows spoke
of it being early morning.
It was then I heard what sound like music
as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes
the trees all adorned in the freckles of Autumn.
The way they look in early November amidst
what Natives call an Indian Summer
in a language few speak anymore.
A beautiful melody could now be heard
lingering almost echoing amidst the shadows.
Slowly my mind cleared as I listened in earnest
as the sound of voice emerged a beautiful voice
in acapella a woman’s voice.
An enchanting even enthralling voice
one of which I was mesmerized
even being drawn by the sound.
As if it were a lullaby, a tantalizing lullaby
placing me in a trance as if we’re being
put into a deep sleep.
I stumbled along squeezing between young
and old trees alike following the sound of her voice.
I came across several birds along with
a doe and her fawn they all seemed
to be in a trance just as I was.
The voice much clearer as I stepped
from a cluster of small trees
it was then I first saw her.
I was there hunting with a camera…