Thursday, April 1, 2010
A mid-afternoon view of the Smokey Mountains this past Tuesday from 1,680 meters along the Cherohala Skyway in eastern Tennessee, USA. What a day to be motorcycling!
I awoke from a dream this morning in the woods
I remembered, but could not place my locality
It’s springtime and the world is alive, growing again
With that light-green color of new growth that darkens in a fortnight.
The sun is just coming up lazily from the east, warming
Turning winter’s darkness into the light of changing seasons.
Today, it causes the mist to cling close to the ground
While shimmering like a silvery curtain, motionless
Hanging on to everything, causing color and view to be smudged.
I still remember the strong forest smell of spring, as lush moistness
A white-noise shower, with birds softly chirping in the distance
It’s the sensation of a cleansing spring rain winding down.
With the unmistakable freshness of a walk in the woods
I’ve often asked myself why I dream and end up in these woods
But I suppose, I too long to be renewed with the spring
And as the seasons; change and passing time ensue
Let’s you and I meet right here, down the path by the large stone
We can gather in this place and share the dream, together.
Words don’t accurately paint a picture of this day
My pallet being softly faded beyond this feeble dream
Memory always reflecting, never ending on these moments
But clarity haunts the joy of all the other forgotten days
Wandering the empty back roads of my mind
Still, wishing I was in these woods again with you.