Reflections 3

As we crested the next hilltop
I do confess
that had the wind not been laced
with the bitter sting of winter
still clinging to its coat tails
my eyes would still have watered
at the sight that awaited them
across the sun-draped valley
the shadows of clouds
moved across the open green fields
like the shadows of giant grazing beasts
the spires of conifers
waved a gentle greeting
and the boughs of thier smaller arboreal bretheren
gestured for us to continue down
into this valley of heaven
and in the farther distance
a river twisted like a mirrored ribbon
the very air around us was alive
with light and beauty
and even my heart
heard the call
of herald trumpets

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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