In honor of the first day of summer, I'd like to revisit a couple of my old poems and share with you a new one. At least, I don't think I've shared it with you yet... Enjoy!


Bar B Que

Best if cooked slowly over the coals
And rubbed with spices
Ribbons of smoke caress the meat,
Bringing forth the juices and smells
Quite delightfully
Until you feel you will just die if you can’t
Eat it.



Bar B Que #2

The smell
Hickory and spice
The cook slathers the sauce
We smile as we load our plates up
Messy



Discovery

In a green hollow, the river rushes
On its way down the mountain to the sea,
Over rocks and boulders water gushes
And with a gentle roar it welcomes me.
Crystal-clear pools beckon me to enter,
Up to my ankles my bare feet go numb.
Further out I go, to the cold center
Refreshed, I wait for whatever will come.
If I am quiet, I might see a deer
Come out of the woods to the water’s edge
Or a black bear and her cubs may appear
Out from behind a mountain laurel hedge.
The air is thick with a soft humid fog
Floating through the forest like a spirit
My chilled feet step onto a mossy log
And as I cross, I begin to hear it –
No cars, no airplanes, just river tinkling
And wind blowing in the forest so tall
I don’t even mind rain that is sprinkling
As I spy my first mountain waterfall.