Monday, December 16, 2019

Hike At Golden Hour

Chevron shaped deer tracks mark the brown path

Sun has gone gold, gives green hills a bath

Stiff cold breeze blows my hair wild

Steel gray clouds mean business, child

Up with umbrellas, up with the collar

Lean into the wind climb higher and holler

Golden hour’s when pure magic’s about

Makes me walk faster and want to shout

The beauty around us, if only we grock it

Must be seen, smelled and felt, can’t go into a pocket

The beauty of light is fleeting and changing

Look NOW, in a minute, it’ll be rearranging

Gold to steel blue, without sun becomes purple

Crow riding currents caws hoping her chirp will

Bring to attention her stunning silhouette

We grock it and note our feet getting wet 

From skyline of city to bird flight so pretty

To miss this adventure would be such a pity

So, here we are with too thin a jacket

Still wouldn’t trade these clouds now all backlit

With crimson and silver, and eye squinting gold

Is our heavy breathing due to steepness or cold?

Climbing with you, my own dearest love

Washes me, cleansing with grace from above

Lifted my spirits, expanded my thanks

For this sweetest interlude ‘tween everyday tasks

Nature is sure to press "pause and refresh"

Internal computers note reduction in stress

Turn off the news, let the hills beckon

Climb us, sublime trust calls you to trek on

No matter the length of your walk/hike, go UP


Natural wonder will top off your cup

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