Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Oh, mountain home



It's a soft breeze that blows through the aspens and slowly works its way over the open meadow, leaving the grasses and bushes angled in the direction of the wind.

It's as if that rush of air stole away a piece of my soul. I belong here, in this beauty, this earth, this wide open space.



There's a quiet calm in my heart on the porch of this cabin. This is the heaven of the living. Where the door's open to sunlight and babbling brooks and pine trees. From here on this stoop the rocks and the woods call my name.

Night spreads slowly over each branch and root until the earth is plunged into a thick blackness. Down from the barn I walk in the dark, each step illuminated solely by the light of the moon and the twinkling of the stars. I am the only human on earth.

Oh, mountain home! My heart beats in sync with the rustling of your leaves and the drip of your spring. Stay calm and stay still, you beautiful landscape, until we can reunite once more and I can be whole.

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