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A day to hike the nature trails and sketch in the solace of a meadow. |
The ground absorbs any footsteps Along the trail That runs a horizontal path through the forest. It is cool with variegated greens. Patterns of sunshine flicker through boughs The a gentle wind moves the leaves Filling the air with a soft hush of rustling. Bashful squirrels run and jump Scurrying on their way. The heavenly scent of wildflowers Carries on the breeze. I smile as I feel unused muscles Stretch and pull with the effort Of the hike. I climb the trails That cut into the hills That roll out from the farmland. Finding the meadow I stretch up into the beaming sun. I pull a drag of water Into a parched mouth Then move to the granite boulder Where I can sit cross legged And take in the view. I take a sketchbook And with pencil, Try to capture the view With slow sensual strokes. This day of hiking and sketching Is a gift. A gift to enjoy this late spring day. Where life is renewed It mirrors mine, As I take the time To savour it. 36 lines. Prompt for: Jan 24, 2016 (Ren) ▶︎ |