In the Meadow
Out hiking one day I happened upon a little meadow.
The sun was on its downward path and its light
shown gently . A quiet stream came from
the northern hills and wound a ribbon through
the grass. Blackbirds called from the reeds
along its shore, and the shy brown eyes of a
doe watched me from a little pool where she
had come to drink. A wild rose bush trailed its
vine across a fallen log, and the buzz of bees
came to me ,as lovely as a symphony. I could
only stand and drink in the scene before me,
fearing I might intrude on natures wonder.
It came to me that when the trivia and angst
of daily living become a burden, remembering
moments like this might lighten the load and
give perspective to the lives we lead.
This little meadow is in the Lassen National
Park in northern California. It is one of the
most beautiful places I have ever seen. A bit
of a hike, but worth every step.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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