Lilac and Lace

Sitting on the porch swing

Watching the water smoothly glide over the rocks

Breathing in fresh mountain air

My Pisces blood flows like that river

Always changing

Always flowing

Water soothing my soul, letting go of all my cares

A delicate lace dress covers my curves

Mountain mist soaks into my bones

I gently walk over the dew-covered leaves

Barefoot—feeling the Mother

Lilac flowers are scattered across the soil

Bright in the beautiful moonlight

The crickets kept a tune that blanketed the night’s air

While the dogs explored their surroundings

Enjoying the freedom of nature and all that she has to offer

We laughed the night away

Wrapped up in love and life around the camp fire

The stars above danced to the rhythm of the radio

We were lost

Lost in a world of peace

In that moment in time I felt at home

Where I should be

A mountain life

A slow paced life of living off of the land

Survival being essential with my own hands

The only complexity would be the wood walls in which my cabin is built of

I would forever be lost in a land of lilac and lace

Forever lost, but found, in my own saving grace

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: János Csongor Kerekes/Flickr