Echo In the Mountains
I picked wild berries, gathered ripening grapes
and tasted life's bittersweet wine.
From fountains of youth by the river shore
I spilled the gold from the Rhine.
In Caucasian Mountains and the Austrian Alps
I sought the elusive Edelweiss;
Wild columbines I found in West Virginia
where I searched for paradise.
Keeping pace with my children's
laughter and tears,
my Rhine castles in sand faded away
and I entered a vernal quietness
in the dawn of a different day.
When I traded past splendor
for "Almost Heaven"
to cross a defining sea and new life,
I found that the quest for beauty
was ever a part of me.
Copyright © Hilde Bird | Year Posted 2007
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