“…the proud peaks relent…”…“natura,” my poem

where do you belong?

I march in the hills,

I sleep in grassy vales,

the proud peaks relent, betimes,

they hold my footsteps

in high places,

and I look down again

on sylvan slopes

that beck to me

and open to my passing through,

I wet my feet in waters

with no name,

I rest in bosky dells,

and I sing a forest song…

I belong to all this beauty.

July 10, 2023

inspired by “Ascent” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, as published July 9, 2023, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils

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