Settling Into Summer

The woods are settling into summer green
flowering mostly done, less bright birdsong
and the canopy of contemplation
admits light patches to cut sharp shadows

the woods are enchanting in the midst of 
my disenchantment, sorrows past and to come,
bid me find a new kind of song to sing,
one that holds poverty of letting go

and celebrates without embarrassment
its riches in sound that's tender and true,
softly announces a lifetime's yearning,
a lifetime of learning often unsought

green serene are the woods, a marvel so,
that lies nearer now than seeking to know