Alapine   April 2, 2016

 

I wake to pure sunlight, and the sharp cry of sleek black crows

Scarlet hooded woodpeckers hammering and the rustle of the breeze through young leaves

I breathe in the drifting scent of pine and good earth

 

The tiny squirrels caper outside my bedroom window

Skinks shimmer amber and blue liquidity

Butterflies wing around me, making light of the beauty they bring

 

I walk and I see the weather stained rocks, the bones of the land

Older than the primordial forest

Some as shapely as a woman emerging from the water

 

I pass by, sometimes not even noticing

Little flowers whose colors lay a rainbow beneath my feet

A carpet of rusty leaves, and a myriad of green shades in moss

 

Intricate paintings, faces, shapes on the tree trunks, created by nature herself

Bark rugged and sleek, boughs reaching, roots grasping

Forest of the past, here now, will remain after I am gone

 

I drive down a country road, in a cloud of mist and silence

Spider web baskets sparkle crystal with dew

A fox with shining eyes freezes in my headlights

 

Carefully, lovingly tended women’s land

Every rock, tree, flower, scampering creature

Growing, changing, changing me, like tendrils working their way into my heart.

 

Jan J