The
Mountain Side
by Kirsti A.
Dyer, MD, MS
In winter
The yellow
bells dance link sunbeams
on the
hillside
in golden
light
filling
me with peace.
The purple
floral eyes emerge
sparkling
in deep amethyst blue
of promise
touching
my soul.
By spring
Thistles
replace the sunlight
the soft
violet blooms
a sharp
contrast to the stinging thorns.
Despair where
there was once hope.
Barbs cut
my legs as I pass by.
I reach
for the thorns,
held by
the pain
grasping
tighter.
I watch the
blood drain from my soul.
I cannot
let go.
The fushia
foxglove grows
like embers
from the flame
faith
springs anew
healing my
soul.
Through it
all
The ivory
morning glories shine
in purity
in white
light
in hope
I return from
the mountainside
Photography
from Highway 120, Near Lake Don Pedro, CA Spring 1998
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