I bask in the virginal silence of the woods, a silence broken by soft voices of angel-throated birds.A freeborn wind is soothed by warblings of birds on its breast. This is the nearest in heaven to me, this singing life of woods, hills and mountains. blossoms scents enthrall a bouquet of aurora fathomless glory I walk along the trail of leaves, the slender pathway strewn with leaves and blades of grass covered with dew. Golden spears of sunlight touch mellifluous sounds under orange boughs. birds flamenco the wind pirouettes on arms of dancing fragrances I empty my overburdened heart into the pages of my book, dipping my pen into my own blood,ridding my heart of restless contemplations. a brimming chalice wells up like a crimson tide: my quill fills.... A haibun.