moist spongy soil, covered with luminous green grasses, consolidates down with each step
nearby, craggy oak brush skeletons lie in wait for their spring apparel
above, ponderosa pines keep watch over camp
Bird Song Concerto in A major, serenades the evening
two weeks before the summer solstice, the evening is long, the air crisp
breeze picks up
trembling aspen leaves dance like glitter
bird song and back-lit trembling leaves stills the moment and opens my heart
deep, slow breath –
the cells in my body, hungry for this moment,
draw the aspen-leaf-bird-song-spongy-soil laced air in
fog in my ears and in the recesses of my brain clears out
moment of tranquility
indelibly imprinted into the corneas of my eyes
much-needed sustenance for my soul
our planet – mysteriously and magically sustains us in soul and body
