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