To the Mountains

I come to the mountainsFrom whence comethMy peaceMy wholenessMy soul’s nourishmentAs the car crests the hillA vista opensRevealingForestFields andMountains near and farFrom Kearsage To the WhitesThe vista embraces allBirds soarRiding wind currentsIn the valley belowThe treesNow mostly barrenStand neverthelessUnabashedIn their greys of winterThe zinniasPersevereIn contributing colorTo the fieldAmarinthsStretch skywardTheir cranberry coloredFeathery bloomsEnrich the landscapeOne treeTheContinue reading “To the Mountains”