A woman sprints through a forest
ahead of lightning and hail,
her laughter mad as thunder,
skin the essence of wildflower,
leaf and needle,
hair a rain shower
on nude shoulders.
When she suddenly arrives
through swirling curtains
she fills the room with a mix
of cool air and pine,
dives wet and breathless
into my early morning sleep.
She’s been running
since the beginning of time
and I’m honored that she’s chosen
to settle this early morning
in my bedroom of fresh light.