Behold
There are such places
I might stand
to muse on beauty,
life unplanned,
and witness districts
small or wide,
where all belongs
beyond divide.
The vistas glisten.
Earth inspires.
Horizons bathe me
in their fires,
and often I'm
reborn up there
on mountaintops,
the open air.
I'll glimpse an eagle,
hawk, or crow
(which one it could be,
I don't know):
it soars and circles,
tilts, and fades
through cyan skies
as light cascades
while forests slip
from morning mist,
revealing what
worn eyes have missed
when farms and harvests,
cows and deer,
stand closer than
they first appear.
I'll go, return,
and work for days,
renewed, attuned
to life's own ways:
the gentle grandeur
of the green,
how flowers reach
and maples lean
by hillsides dipping
down to roll
without resistance,
fear, control,
and clouds that cluster,
bust, and fade
beside the corn
before the glade.
I pray you find
a spot as sweet
to meditate,
feel more complete,
then breathe until
you decompress
and savor nature,
free of stress
--how nature, I think,
means to be:
above contrivance,
ample, free,
instinctive, true,
serene though bold
with endless wonders
to behold.
Behold © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Picture (mountains, trees, sky) inspiration challenge prompt - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2790744-Picture-Prompt-Series--1
Submitted: October 25, 2021