Yesterday I had an encounter, an experience with Nature. My friend and I drove to New Hampshire, had lunch on the veranda of the Mt. Washington hotel and drove back taking in autumn at its finest. I was so moved that this poem had to be written…
A drive through the ultimate autumn
dappled with early colors.
Tree afire back-dropped by verdant timber.
“Bienvenue” New Hampshire welcomes
like driving into a painting.
A spicy sauce of hot pepper colors
burst in 3D as the hills rise out of the landscape.
The old man is gone but he is not missed
in this sea of scrambled oranges and yellows,
reds and stubborn greens
interrupted only by white birch bolts
like lightning breaking up a storm-blue sky.
babbling “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”
as I take in eye load gulps of the view.
Nature is artist, maestro, genius,
there is no word to describe
this energized chroma that soaks into your blood
and steams down through your body
stirring the very life within you.