Remission-Hummingbirds and Thyme

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A good day.

Remission

  The living  soft  redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
  Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby 

  The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist
  as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by
 
  A young deer from the forest forages for cones
  old jazz filters over the bay and hills in a sorrowful sigh

  We moved from the highway back into the tall mountain road 
  with its forests and blue birds singing in a curulean sky 

  Gone are the parking lots, the hospital glass windows
  uniformed people pacing the buildings 7 feet high

  Gone are  rubbery gloves held in doctors' hands
  nurses in masks using  Purcell over and over again.

  The smell of the Eucalyptus, the grasses, the pines 
  a place living without masks, needles and antibiotic lines
  life again with rosemary, hummingbirds and thyme.

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