Reaching the Peak
Here I am again hiking near a mountaintop
as the aroma of hibiscus reminds me
of my charmed youth, of a serenity the winds
cannot contain. As I reach its mid- peak,
my breath spills of gratitude, gently affirmed.
It didn't matter if maple trees were older now
perhaps, rustling hems of boughs
or if the mossy ferns gathered like cracked
thistles on a late afternoon.
I was bathed with soft of light beyond
the ridges inhaling the serene madness
of a nature-pilgrim... as if the moment
stretched into a dance of family trails.
I wander on… and now, my sweet memory retains
a journey of girlhood days: on Mt.Cordillera,
the fullness of my spring lips, my summer cheeks
embrace a rapture I am unable to touch
or cuddle in my arms.
While gazing at how new starlight emit its beauty;
all I know is on this angelic evening’s bliss…
I become a child of eight again.
Mountains Contest Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
Submitted 8/13/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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