I stretch lazily in the morning sun-
awakening to pure mountain air
mingled with herbs and flowers.
the mist gives a magical hue
to fresh greens and pinks
of the garden beyond the gate.
the stream rushes by with resonance,
chasing the mountainside down to the Mattole
then the Pacific pounding the cliffs below.
my senses are delighted
by the magnificent beauty,
raw, unmarred, unsurpassed....