After Reading RLS's "Walking Tours"

Been a while since I've been able to get out into the woods but after reading RLS's "Walking Tours" I must get out to the Wenham woods and make a go of it. I've missed being among the birches, beeches, tupelo, and oak; pine and hemlock, the possibility of coming upon black water snakes sunning on the shore of Gull Pond, the chance to hear only the natural sounds of leaves played upon by a hesitant breeze, observing the golden rod and the brave bees that even in the chill still work the flowers; the path itself accepting the footfall as a contemplative offering.