Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Ostler In October

Ostler in October

silent we drift 
beneath the march of pines 
toward the shore.  
needles dry underfoot 
each step scented like 
grandma’s closet.
heady with freedom
laughter erupts spontaneously
mundane time loses its grip.

by the lake we 
murmur, as water on pebbles 
heads together 
soft words remove all 
of the stings of life;
soothing ears, hearts 
battered and sore.
all the while we move
in a slow procession of
letting go.

cross dinosaur’s back,
grey ancient rock rising 
above the forest floor
smooth as prehistoric skin
we wonder at the images
it feeds our care freed minds.

climb to the rough granite ridge
above a small inlet
marvel at a spirit rock
rising out of the dark waters.
we study its mottled surface
to find the ogres, the fairy maid
a white snake flows up to the crest
faces of elders peer back.
they have never let us down
keep watch for our return.

across the unmoving pool
one young sugar maple displays
its  fall uniform proudly 
as it honours the magic it guards. 
life is returned to us here;
profound silences pull
mediocrity from thought,
clarity blossoms, fruits
poetry spills from our pores 
words are scribbled on napkins.

this late in the year
each camp is an island
blessed sound travels
with respect touching but not 
intruding upon free souls.
we are barely aware.

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John Fleming October 1, 2017 at 2:27 AM Another fantastic poem worthy of publication. I can almost smell the pine cones...and how you described that resinous scent - Magical! Great descriptive poetry, Patricia -- really enjoyed the trek! :) john P.s Such a very long time since I have heard that word - Ostler! :) Patricia Cresswell October 1, 2017 at 2:34 AM It ia a Provincial park in Central Ontario. For me a very spiritual and healing spot. I am glad you enjoyed it thank you.

Old Man Emu September 30, 2017 at 11:28 PM Wow Patricia, you are right onto this! Beautifully descriptive, taking us on a journey to a wonderful place! Patricia Cresswell September 30, 2017 at 11:53 PM Thank you so much Craig. It is a very healing place for me.

Sunlite Wanter September 30, 2017 at 6:48 PM You are on a roll, tonight! So beautiful. Reminds me of Caddo Lake here in Texas, canoeing through the cyprus trees, rather than pine. Patricia Cresswell September 30, 2017 at 7:51 PM Thank you sunny one it is kind of you to comment. Caddo Lake must be a very magical place.

Dale Gregory Cozart September 30, 2017 at 5:27 PM This is so compelling i find myself wanting to parse the character's thoughts like looking at them naked to know what they're thinking and why. There's something sensual about it. Patricia Cresswell September 30, 2017 at 5:45 PM It is a most wonderful place in central Ontario. We camped there every fall. It has the ability to heal. Thank you Dale.