Mountain Path

Breathe in these words

Scented like cut grass

And lavender

Traveling from my heart

To yours

Breathe them out

To establish a pattern

Every breath

Is a slow

Deliberate

Step on a path

Up a

Steep

Mountain passage

Shaded with sappy pine trees

Breathing deeply

You can't help but notice their

Pleasant lung opening effect

Though the farther you go

The more you must tuck in

And squeeze

You feel no fear

As you squish

Through this tight lichen-painted pass

Since it opens up quickly

Into a lively meadow

Of silky green grass

Dotted with wildflowers

Petals floating in the

Rosy, sweet air

Butterflies dancing

With fat bumble bees

In the shade of

One giant ancient oak tree

A family of squirrels fights

With the starling jays

For this precious territory

The glimpse of vibrant life

Prompts you to run happy and

Free into the open

A person, you finally see, is there

Lying in the center of the field

In the only spot of

Lazy swaying shade

Slowly you approach

Not wanting to startle

Daisies dance at your feet

With the blushing oleander

Not to worry, I say

Rising in acknowledgment

I extend my hand to you

Now, my friend

Bestow my wishes that

Your days have beauty

Without end

K. B. Silver