This Morning
This morning early, bright we took the trail to Douglas Springs
I and grandson Michael hit the trail before the sun
He of longer legs and fewer years advanced with what youth brings
My walking stick and I we ambled, others passed us on the run
Glorious the cactus scents, delicious desert scenes
Saguaro cactus forests, prickly pear and ocotillo,
Giant barrel cacti toward the South their faces lean
Mountains looming to the North, ‘fore long they’ll be in snow
A cocky little road runner just trotted up trail
Coyotes in the distance eying breakfast on the run
The zig zag trail, my stick and I, we all went up the hill
Then slyly peaking o’er that mount there rose the morning sun
And all of those saguaro-cactus faces just lit up
A scene that took my breath away, such beauty to be found
In this small corner of the world, my spilleth-over cup
Don Trump and world politics was farthest from my mind
11/4/17
I could feel the lovely freshness of a desert just opening. The glory of nature we so often do not notice. I love it that you can experience and share all of desert’s beauty and scent.
And yet came to mind
As not coming to mind,
Imposing nevertheless,
Even in his absence.
No escape complete,
As long as he’s in place.
Agreed!