I walked in a Robert Frost poem today
traveling through frozen mud in the corner of this country
cutting my way around and up a strange little hill;
The temperature was winter
the sun warm, dedicated when it was permitted
when the trees gave it space to shine on
I was wandering these woods with a new friend
being led by the most jovial of canines;
ugly as they come but faithful far beyond my own capabilities
My legs began to ache
my fingertips turned dark cherry red
when we turned yet another corner for yet another ascension
and it appeared
It was cinematic
fresh paint on a canvas
a masterpiece of natural creation
The threshold was stark…
the frozen, hibernating tundra of the winter forest
spliced with such abrupt intensity
that the world ended and I instantly took a step into
what was the most perfect poem ever created
Everything was covered with a delicate layer of snow
birds dancing overhead
hollyberries so vibrant and plump that if they were to burst
I imagine the woods would fill
with the symphony of muses
We laid the first footsteps on this freshly painted path
but what we left was a trail of wanderlust dreams
of the lonely pilgrims of time
While we walked
I felt a warm embrace placed inside my soul
a kiss from a faiery calming my anxiety
a whispered promise that I would never be alone again
And as we approached the closing lines of
this ode to the beautiful nymph of nature
glancing back into the darkness of the world from
which we just escaped from,
I understood I had just received a most precious omen
…and that has made all the difference
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(written with pen & paper)
This was one of the more enchanting things that happened on this journey thus far. The poem is specifically written for Michelle’s parents, but, it’s more of tribute to Skagit County!!!
One of my favorites!