It is not easy to feel defeated
While the breeze moves the trees to nod their heads
Like a ripple along the hills in the evening sunset light.
There is a challenge in lowering your head
When the smells of mown grass and charcoal
Mix to fill your nostrils with the warmth of childhood.
It is difficult to remain solitary in grief
When the fullness of the river languorously slips by
And lays up against your toes in cool gentle waves.
It is hopeless to lose hope
While the sun kaleidoscopes its colors
Across a sky softened with ever shifting whites and purples and grays.
You are left breath-filled at the top of the hill
Not daring to look back
Not willing to look forward
But inspired to look around you.
The dark corner in my heart is still there
Gasping within the desert of beauty surrounding it
A rugged survivalist who refuses to see the folly
Of its situation.