While wandering wistfully ,welcoming the wilderness;what whispers through the woods? Wren, whipper-will, wood thrush, and waterfowl woo as I walk. Why worry “Woman”, wrapped warmly in waves of wispy winds? Water winks it’s reflections  whilst I stop to “wet my whistle” and  continue  on , warbling a well-worn tune.When wearily waltzing onward, I wrestle with once again wandering back to my world;as I watch the scant,wonderous, white moon.