Ancient Peace
Pea soup fog hung over the Napa Valley hills,
kissing April grape vines, row upon steep row,
with the lightest touch of dampness, soon
to dry in the hot California sun.
I'd just walked my Daughter down a rose
petal strewn lane beneath a laurel lined
arbor, giving her hand to a good Man,
waiting between two towering Coconut
Palms.
Duties accomplished, Grandma (my mom)
and I were on our way to visit an obscure
ancient coastal redwoods reserve, the
first so designated.
A brief stop at San Raphael Mission
fortified us spiritually to walk amidst
2400 year old pines.
The shaded old growth paths smelled
familiar, the scent similar to my favorite
trails in Superior National Forest, the difference
being these groves were much older.
We are drawn to nature's peace, and placing
my hand on the marble like tree trunks, I
absorbed a silent sense of everlasting peace
these ancient friends of mine were willing
to share.
Mindful of the passing of time, words weren't
needed to understand the obligations I
fulfilled, blessings I transferred to my
Daughter, handed down from my parents,
Shared
with
the
universe
5/05/17
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2017
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