Far Out House

by buddhabitch

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-07-26 06:14:00

a little stream called Cedar Creek
lined with mint and watercress
runs behind my little place
700 year old pines keeping time
locked inside in perfect pitch
old growth scrub oaks on the slope
dance above the ever stream
minnows in the clear reflection
except for summer downpours
then it is a muddy rolling river
sometimes rainbow or brown trout
laze in rock caves along the banks
you can hear the wind in the trees
skipping across the swaying branches
the distant calls of ravens roll
down the mountain side like avalanche
morning light before the sun
turns grass blades translucent green
flashes of blue jays air diving
into the uppermost tops of ponderosas
whose bark smells like vanilla
when you press your nose in close
there is something about this place for me
that rekindles passion and creativity
sweet scent of rarified mountain air
silence of a place to think
peacefulness of surrounding giants
stars above in limitless space
calling me back to my mountain home

(adios amigos and amigas…Me and my dog Annie are leaving for a long retreat. Taking my art supplies and journal with me so I can write and paint the sky…)

SooZen