in the early morning rain

it's a long
walk through the woods around
the lake
in the early morning rain.
the lake
is full of
sky and trees.
the path is clear.
the mind
and heart at last
are free.
there is an old memory
around each wide bend.
I know this trail.
I know
these woods,
this sky, this water.
through every season
they've been
good to me.