Monday, October 7, 2019

#Inktober2019: Enchanted


An Enchanted Place

Before the steep ascent up
Old Rag Mountain we walked
amid oak, maple and hickory trees
Then climbed past fields of wild flowers—
columbine, milkweed, nodding onion,
white bloodroot, and those whose 
names I never knew
We scrambled over ragged rocks 
on the Ridge trail— collected
shards of granite, zigzagged
on switchbacks until we arrived
at the  top where boulders smoothed
by time and water basked in the sun
I read some psalms— 
Words of praise 
reverberated in the crisp air, syllables
dispersed over granite formations 
and echoed across the mountains
Holy, Holy, Holy


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