There is an empty chair
Placed among the trees
By some forgotten hand
Who perhaps enjoyed the breeze

It sits beside the cedars
And underneath the oaks
There’s a willow and a cottonwood
Standing as a cloak

I like this chair and wonder
About the one who placed it here
Seeking peace or rest or beauty
A muse just he could hear

Was this a moment’s lark
Or a thoughtful, deliberate step
To sit among the woods and leaves
The mosses so well kept

Peace and silence fill the air
A chitter now and then
So happy I did find this chair
When I came around the bend

9/15/17