The Blue Ridge
Not lost, but merely seek,
knowledge and understanding.
Both of the natural world and
my mind’s space and time.
What insignificant thoughts will
push worries away,
occupying that space,
and consuming the time?
On these cloudy rainy days
the melancholy thoughts,
come playing peacefully, like
raindrops slowly falling.
The deer appear often at the edge
of the woods, testing things.
Full knowledge of watching eyes,
understanding no threat here.
The damp and green of summer
showers seem endless.
The hard rain satisfying the thirst
of both foliage and beast.
The young black bear scurries
across the road and into the lush,
vanishing into August’s green
and vast wet forest.
As the rain continues to fall,
the wipers moving back n forth,
out the window,
the birds bath and squirrels play.
The radio sings softly,
music from many years past,
no bad news of politics or wars,
rather lyrics for days like these.
From this rainy mountain top
peering down at the
Shenandoah valley below,
the world seems at peace.
This road of life, so similar to
this winding mountain parkway,
which today I travel,
content yet longing.
Copyright © Jake Werner | Year Posted 2024
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