Mount Lemmon Song

Coronado forest breezes

along with the Aspens and Pines

have their own sort of song—

a rushing of winds thru the highest needles

tickling the leaves sounding like a stream—

vibrations of the heavens, perhaps.

 

I find a picnic table just below a lovely pine,

each branch, minute vein,

topped with a verdant new growth, spear of soft spikes

like ornaments or pom-poms

upon every bough.

They speak to me,

call the name only my spirit knows…

 

Grace.

Grace.

Grace,

is given in those moments

I am alive in my truest form.

2016 copyright by Katie Pifer http://www.witchpetals.wordpress.com

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