Wednesday, November 21, 2012

How can I not be joyful

I hike in the clouds, high on the mountain
Through fields of wildflowers
lupine, paintbrush, aster, avalanche lily
Bejeweled with diamonds formed of mist.
 In the distance I see movement
Then a brown smudge and another
Walking quietly, I come on two does
Grazing on something tender and wet.
But I am spotted
One of the does glides into the mist
But the other is bolder
She raises her head to examine this other mountain creature.
Then she too, is gone
Leaving me a bouquet of wildflowers
I stoop to look closer
and see this flaming paintbrush
How can I not be joyful

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