Once a Special Place

Once A Special Place


Aloneness feels good, melds gently with awakening light.
Loneliness creeping defeats itself,
Battling the buoyant sunrise and solitude.
The forest awakens, gently unfettering the floral delight, inviting all to ancient trammeled trails and roads.

Gaze upon the switchbacks; follow the mountain’s ridge,
keen-sight the crest, the headwaters; a thundering waterfall drawn to an emerald and Elysium lake,
hurtling water that pounds, deafens and stuns.

The day sends rays earthward filtered by needles and cones.
I pause. I feel the sun. See silver mists drift over the green.
I move toward a giving lake seeking solace and reprieve.
Not so the tail-teasing skittering chipmunks,
and the disharmonic ravens and jays.

Sitting quietly in the field of flowers that crowns the ridge,
eyes resting, sensing the busyness of life, harmonious;
bees, beetles and birds joining flowers, moss and trees,
nature’s promise and Spirit’s guarantees.

Vines, ferns seeking ever upward, leading me to the summit.
Panoramic pedestal of vistas and valleys,
creeks and streams joining with nature,
succumbing in reverence, kneeling in grief.
Asphalt corridors, dikes and dams dissolve all without mercy