Monday, September 7, 2015
That first step took me through lake country: apple blossoms on soft-scented summer evenings, bullrushes and weeping willow, lake-scent and whisperings engraved on my heart. It took a thousand miles to bring me home, to the forest floor, Grandfather Cedar draped with old man's beard, eagle and murrelet, sea and sky, a wonderment of beauty wherever my eyes fell, mist-mountain magic, joy in my heart singing, nature the lover of my life. I stood on the shore and turned in a circle: beauty, in every direction, etched forever in my mind.
from first step to last
eyes wide with wonder
such a long journey
A haibun for Dverse's Haibun Monday