Three Days In Paradise

The sprawling fields of Healdsburg Like grids of perfectly manicured pastures It’s the carpet that spreads across the rolling hills The flawless symmetrical rows of lightly kissing trees Create the smooth flowing orchards that born the bitter fruits of the vineyards The quietly winding roads stretch effortlessly for miles Old farm hands meticulously working roadside, cultivating the soil While the emu’s peacefully pick over the scattered feed The sacred temples, known as wineries Sprinkled throughout these savory lands like a splendid seasoning The vast array of salted cheeses Impeccably blending with the exquisite bottles of pomegranate wines And as day turns to dusk and dusk to nightfall The luminous black sky is radiant with stars Crystal clear, as if billions of little pixels Had made this the sharpest sky these eyes have seen And the amicable bellows of little nocturnal creatures Singing a soothing ballad in harmonic synchronicity Amidst a refreshing night air, so pleasing to my lungs This place is the ideal venue The perfect paradise To me, this is the other side of the world A faraway place from any city I’ve known An existence unlike anything I’ve seen So placid, so composed, this place If only this beauty my walls could adorn To have bore witness to this peerlessly painted canvass Is to have seen serenity in its purest form Copyright © 2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved