A Birth of Loveliness

The swollen Harpeth

Rushes under me and I over it

One of us more cautious than the other

Yellow Tennessee Wildflowers

Dress fallow fields with splattered sunshine

Mighty Oaks, Maples, evergreens tower over head

Each extending its tip-top limbs toward the other

A handshake

An embrace

Completely entwined

Their shade beckons

I heed the call

Dive head first into the tree tunnel

White steeple still stands behind the eclectic farmhouse

I look for it every drive

A spiritual dimension

a deeper depth of field

The good news poised and positioned for all who see

My world cannot go unnoticed

A lack of appreciation

Easily shatters the mirror

Its intoxicating reflection demands attention

Every twist

Every turn

Loveliness is birthed again and again

I will not dash past her allure

She will never cower from me

She will call

I will answer

and

I will drink deeply from her well