mountains of forgotten dreams

Notes scribbled at the conservation area this morning

glorious day
wind rushing,
swishing, swooshing
through the trees
buttercups mingle
with wild white
yellow-centered
roses
air perfumed with
their scent
the breeze carries
their intoxicating scent
sinuous line of mountains
against the sky
like the drawn
line of the back of
a maneless lion
as in the Cave
of Forgotten Dreams
ridge receding
in flickering
recedings to
the disappeared
distance
clouds hang in the
sky like white
hot air balloons
a peaceful invasion
of them unstirred
by the soundfilled breezes below
a single white sailboat
plies soundlessly
up the granite Hudson
the grass is tall
& the mud is hard
fields of tall grass
with straw colored
seed heads ripple
& wave millions of
stalks of grass wave wildly
forming a vast shifting kinetic
tableau
the path leads down, takes a
twist & disappears
a bird - black against the sky
dips, swoops
everywhere is green
a fringe of green forest
dead trees - leafless -
stand out like hands
fingers reaching to the sky
remindful sentries
daisies, blinded, stare straight
up into the clear blue