Saturday, March 6, 2010

Face to face with the mountains, they scream with gallant

beauty. Rocky pillar-arms sweep above the idea of height,

coiling above the land with vanilla-orange rocks birthed

from ancient ground, veined with millennia. Cedars and oaks

loom like mysterious towers. What a home of primeval

growth and surreal sound, illuminated with the subtle power

of laurels and azaleas. Face to face, the mountains

shove elation and hope into the sky, beyond the smallness of human

time, and I weep from awe-sensation, my mind staggering to bear

granite domes, kaleidoscopic autumn leaves, and the crystalline

tides of gushing water. I feel God-blessed and Goddess-born.

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Jennifer Hollie Bowles