Sitting by the stream listening
to it embrace its journey,
following
a leaf to its destination on the prairie
I contemplate the womb of this golden blanket.
All nature of history has traveled
through this prairie.
The desire to remain traces through my bones to the hollow of the lava fields.
Sit quietly and allow voices of the grasses to transform
your need for change.
Do not hurry to leave.
The towering rocks of Moonstone Mountain
sit silently
heralding the end to the warmth of the summer.
All forms of life beginning their preparation for the white blanket
that will put them to bed.
These warm days of Autumn can envelop
even the most dedicated into the allure of procrastination.
But life will wrest the beauty of this moment
and hand it back……….
as a memory.
Deborra Marshall Bohrer
