<Prompt 27: Write a Local Poem>

It may feel like a secret,
like a spider hidden in shadow
in the corner by the bookcase,

but I see how your heart opens
again, like a flower, like the view
when the trees have shed

their summer dresses
and the view from Mt. Pisgah
opens toward the River.

The riot of green, then autumn,
though lush and rich, has hidden
the heart from the valley below,

and now, when the trunks stand bare,
the truth of the valley
is laid out before you.

 

Gratitude List:
1.  Secret messages
2.  Rafiki’s Maandazis
3.  Conversations with strangers
4.  Pope Francis
5.  Hyssop and rose tea

May we walk in Beauty.