Three Days In Paradise
The sprawling fields of Healdsburg
Like grids of perfectly manicured pastures
It’s the carpet that spreads across the rolling hills
The flawless symmetrical rows of lightly kissing trees
Create the smooth flowing orchards that born the bitter fruits of the vineyards
The quietly winding roads stretch effortlessly for miles
Old farm hands meticulously working roadside, cultivating the soil
While the emu’s peacefully pick over the scattered feed
The sacred temples, known as wineries
Sprinkled throughout these savory lands like a splendid seasoning
The vast array of salted cheeses
Impeccably blending with the exquisite bottles of pomegranate wines
And as day turns to dusk and dusk to nightfall
The luminous black sky is radiant with stars
Crystal clear, as if billions of little pixels
Had made this the sharpest sky these eyes have seen
And the amicable bellows of little nocturnal creatures
Singing a soothing ballad in harmonic synchronicity
Amidst a refreshing night air, so pleasing to my lungs
This place is the ideal venue
The perfect paradise
To me, this is the other side of the world
A faraway place from any city I’ve known
An existence unlike anything I’ve seen
So placid, so composed, this place
If only this beauty my walls could adorn
To have bore witness to this peerlessly painted canvass
Is to have seen serenity in its purest form
Copyright © 2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
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