Seasonal Enchantment
Viewed from on high,
Once birch and ash amidst
Conifer shadow
Now engage the scree-sprinkled lowlands.
Further down,
Rock barren lessor peaks,
Yesterday’s snow-clad mysteries.
Swirling fall leaves
Sprinkle shimmering sun’s dalliance,
A fractal rainbow suspended terrace to terrace,
Stair-step tiered switchbacks carving mountainsides,
Having yielded long ago
Its blueberries and acorn foraging.
Still further down…
Creeping slowly,
The brambles,
Nature’s love-thorn creepers,
Enfold meadow where grasses bend
With wind calls to the basin.
Tundra’s home
Dog barks echo up to
Mountain’s pinnacle silence
As breezes search out an eagle’s lullaby nest
As far below a lake’s rising fog
Makes mystic the surroundings.
From further beyond,
Sinking light of dusk signals early stars on high,
Reminding existence, both high and low,
Creation never dies,
It merely evolves.
How mesmeric
Nature’s season-to-season enchantment.
Ron
Odin, you would have made a great Department of Defense instructor.