Summer Walk in Appalachia

Sit with me on this rock
by the clear trickling spring
with three small yawning fish,
Hold my hand as Dawn
spreads her yellow rose fingers
to tickle a blue ocean of sky,
Rise to walk the hills of trees
in a molder of crunching leaves
onto a trail of canopy shade
with its rock-rooted path of tired feet
and back into Day’s sun-filled embrace.

Myriad colors peek from distant mountains
in a panoramica of enduring harmony,
As Dusk joins shadow and sun
to unveil the beauty of God’s
vast creative painting,
A finger breeze ruffles our hair
while our secret murmurs of love
send echoes through the valley,
Lie down with me on this bed of earth
and hold me close as Night
gently closes our eyes.