Bending Light

The light bends over the new horizon of a welcoming new dawn.

Light coaxes the dark slowly away.

Shadows of the night roll up and the morning sun fingers its way under the pines.

The trees, mountains, and open spaces are once again released from the cloak of darkness.

Each day is another face of God.

I am but a soul made of clay and the ground that I silently walk on.

My ancestors walked this path once before and now silently step with me in my exile in this forest clothed in Aspen and Ponderosa.

The colors of an early autumn bleed unto the canvas lay before me as I carefully place each foot on the path destined for my next journey.

It is the heart of nature that I seek and the soul of the presence that I long for.

I look for you, my companion, my love, in this side of the escarpment from where I find solace in bending light.

© Ron McFarland, Highervista, Cowboy Haiku