I could write messages to the sky
climbing to the top of this summer mountain
digitalis pink, swirling sweet with bees
this place, tangled all in green
At the overlook, I am with trees
windward hanging on, dream
to fly away, a seabird ocean soaring
my mind of paper kite, adrift
through clouds of sky
Smell of moss and cedar
release of incense
in the warming sun
footsteps, fragrance
soaking deep
within
This must be Eden’s
color of azure water
glinting flecks of sun
transforming turquoise blue
that my reflections go
diving in