Like a good story
The trees unfolded at the top of the mountain.
Spread across the blue sky,
Resembling some far off, imaginary bird
Releasing its broad wings to greet the day.
Old barns swaying in the sun,
Promising something great,
Something new.
A well kept secret, a small valley,
Red kites meet the mountain.
A tale only told in books, fabricated by the distant winds.
Skirts hiked up so toes can touch the water.
Wild flowers spread like fire
Simple, calm and free.
A wrong turn, a subtle miracle, a new life to lead
Little fields with red fruits
Fireplace bricks scorched with memories.
A race through the grass, bare toes collecting weeds.
Braided hair tangled with lilies, old dirt road new foot prints.
Lazy days laced with dogwood.
Fresh lemonade on a Sunday evening, as the sun drops behind the mountain.
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