Poet's Corner

Upon awakening I found it took a few seconds to see the world and
I knew that I had slept well for the first time in weeks.
Ferns and freedom had filled my mind's eye and given me rest.
Spongy, snow-like moss had cushioned my fall from grace and the dew had anointed my head.

 

I had set off expectant yet carrying a load that was not my own.
The wind whispered soothing words of refreshment that were only meant for me.
The dark clouds that hovered above scared me not for
Ferns and freedom held their arms out to me and I knew their embrace to be genuine.

Burnt ochre, violet and every shade of green imaginable had been laid before us.
Sweeping strokes of black had been added to remind us that this was an unknown land.
Each step was the destination itself and so brought me joy.
I was not desirous to arrive anywhere for I was already where I wanted to be.

The bothy was a place of wonder and we found ourselves drawn to it
The heady odour of cooking fuel broke the spell of disbelief and we knew we were not the first there.
Still cushioned within the world of ferns and freedom we rested, suspended in time.
The two of us and the loner, who had already found shelter,
Content to shun the world's demands in order to gain a deeper reality.

I began to feel the arms of embrace loosen as the ferns rustled in the breeze.
The reality and passion of life were so close that I could almost squeeze every last drop from its marrow.
Still, the ferns and the hills were telling me that it was time to depart.
So we bade our farewell to the reservoir, the refuge and the man lost in his thoughts.
As we made our final descent every last step was tinged with the sadness of ending and yet infused with the hope of return.
Such awesome beauty calls its lovers back again and again and once it knows your name, never stops whispering it.