Summer Walk in Appalachia

Sit with me on this rock
by the clear trickling spring.
Hold my hand as Dawn
spreads her yellow rose fingers.
Rise to walk the hills of trees,
In a molder of crunching leaves,
Out from a trail of canopy shade
and rooted path of tired feet
into Day’s sun-filled embrace.

Myriad colors peek distant mountains,
A panorama of enduring love,
As Dusk unveils the beauty of
God’s vast creative painting.
A finger breeze ruffles our hair
while murmurs of harmony
chase whispers through its valleys.
Lie with me and hold me close
as Night closes our eyes.