Appalachian Moment
Hill country
snow is thawing
The wind is a Spring scented ripple
- coltish
Nature for a little while
asks: "come and play"
Of course you smile
Long years are released
from that tightly packed jail
you had been carrying along
for so long
Now the deer come
one
then too many to count
as they thread through
the tree-line
now they are nibbling
at your presence here
their large brown eyes
feed you with small cups of wonder
You are a boy again
a lad running
to gain the very peak of the blue sky
a sky that takes you up
and spins you around
as you forget to be yesterday
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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