5 November, 1999
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
The hillside bloomed
with colors. Each tree seemed to be dipped in pallets of kissed sunshine. Dreamer stood
once again looking to nature, her inspiration. It was always the trees that gave her the
medicine she needed to get through the days of life.
She admired how the trees were tall and
strong. Yet able to bend to the winds of change. Always changing from season to season.
They weathered it all. But always returning to what they were before. A complete cycle.
Now was the season of endless colors. Majestic splendor of their cycle of life once again
coming full swing.
Dreamer admitted to herself that these indeed
were the most wondrous of all the colors she had ever seen in nature. She starred at them
trying to absorb the memory. Painting a mental picture that would last for all the
years to come. It was so breathtaking.
She knew at that instant if she had the paints
and a canvas she could be an artist and paint the wonders she now seen before her.
Sometimes the artist in her screamed to be let free. And this was one of those
times. She regretted not having the supplies she needed to allow that part of
herself to be free right now. She wanted to capture this moment forever.
The Patchwork of Mother Natures quilt
lay before her very eyes. It blanketed the hillside. It filled her with
warmth and comfort for a time. Autumn had out done herself this year, she thought to
She watched as the clouds over head rolled
across the mountains. Blocking out the brilliant colors for brief moments..
They seemed to mute them from calling out so loudly to her. They moved slowly across
from one hill... then the next. It reminded her of how it might have looked to see
the great herds of buffalo, that once roamed the prairies, as they had moved across the
She hated to go back to doing the things that
real life called her to do. To her moments like these were much more precious then
the menial chores awaiting her. Dreamer took one long last look. Breathing in deeply
she let go a heavy sigh. No words could ever do this justice...
Comments on this poem/writing:
|katiana (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, October 12 2007, 10:30 pm|
it was so amazing its the from them all I know how to make rythem to
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