Waiting for the fall winds to come in
The chill at night smells like firewood
The leaves began to fall
The flowers begin to wither
As the seasons change
The sun sets earlier
The sunrise earlier
It makes me think of the lakes
Calm yet vast
As the sun reflects off the lake’s surface
The mountains
So large
Yet breathtaking
I look on into the forest
And I can’t help but feel at ease
Feel drawn to it
Feel reflective
Reflecting on life itself
Something about it draws me in
Something about the calmness
The few cabins barricaded
By the trees sitting on mountain hills
Here it’s peaceful
Fewer people
No loud music
No speeding cards
No loud neighbors
No smell of dog shit or weed
Just the sound of nature
A few deers
The smell of smoke as faraway neighbors cook deer
Or whatever they cook
The sound of an occasional bear
The air thick
Heavy
Cool
One has to exhale
And see their breath
Evaporate into the air
To not be too overwhelmed by the elevation
I could stay here for months
Sit by the fireplace and drink hot cider
I could run away here
And write
To flee tragedy
And just be
Part of me wouldn’t mind getting married here
Watching the sun rise
And the day begin
For Nature
Oh such a perfect view of the mountains
Inhaling the crisp air
Drinking hot cocoa on the porch
Waiting to see a deer
Hoping to not encounter a bear
Part of me would want my soul to reside here
If Heaven worked that way
Let my Spirit live as the wind
That the sways the trees
Let it brush up against the lakes and ponds
Maybe I would see Grandmother Willow
And we’d have a conversation
Her, the trees and I
Working together to preserve the land we reside in
In which we breathe life into
Maybe my Spirit would wake the birds
And tell them which direction to fly
Maybe my Spirit as the Wind, Grandmother Willow and the leaves will dance together
Celebrating our immortality
Honoring the God above for birthing us
Nature
Where humanity begin
Where Adam and Eve once roamed
Where the indigenous people built civilization
Their kingdoms and villages
And thrived
Their love for Mother Nature unconditional
Unforgettable
One day I will return back to this place
Until then
I wait for the fall winds to return
For they are my comfort
Going into winter
As the chills are colder
The snow begins to fall
And my birth day approaches
For some reason, being born in a blizzard
Somehow connects me with the season
I feel as if Winter and I are siblings
Fall, a close friend
Until then
I wait patiently for our warm embrace
Belle in Progress 