A Lust for Nature
A cool wind ruffles my hair
gentler than a lover’s touch.
The rush of air relaxes my face
into a small grin.
I breathe a breath of air
so deep
it awakens my soul.
Gazing longingly at the
mountains,
I place myself there
among nature’s
beauteous landscape.
I listen to the
harmonious songbirds.
Delicate swaths
of vibrant green moss
carpet the forest floor.
A brilliant blue sky
blends seamlessly
with the distant horizon.
Sweet Memories
I remember
the light tingling sensations
you get when teeny, tiny water droplets
land on the hairs of your arms.
I remember
the vast expanse of visible sky
and rolling mountains.
I remember
The billions of stars
that freckled the night sky.
I remember
frequent hikes through
dense forest and
the trampoline amidst
tall, wild grass.
I remember
summer’s sunsets
we used to watch
every evening with
watermelon juice
trickling down our arms
and across our faces.
I remember
quiet nights when
all you could hear
was the sigh of a stray car
as it rolled by
or wind blowing
through leaves.
I remember…
Mountain Mist
As the sun peeks over the horizon,
clouds fill the air and
decorate the mountain tops.
Between the sun and the rising mist,
the valleys are filled with
pastel shades of cerulean.
Each layered blue ridge and
each delicately obscured valley,
seem to add to the broadness
of the mountain range.
The way the mist embraces the
forested valleys, it seems clear
just how ancient these mountains are.
Just as people grow smaller
with wear and tear,
so must these lauded mountains.
Over hundreds of centuries,
rain has fallen, storms
have vandalized and
mist has clung to these mountains;
as reassuring as a loved one’s embrace.
Summer Sun
An illuminating sun
shines so bright,
it seems to reveal new
shades of green on the
slopes of Appalachia.
A near cloudless sky
holds a hue of blue that
gradually fades to
an off-white blue
as it approaches a
blue-gray horizon.
