Joyful Ruins

What places I have seen…..

• The valleys of Yellowstone
  • Wide swaths of grass speckled with far away bison herds
  • winding rivers bordered with pines and boulders

• The Tetons and Jenny Lake
  • clearest of clear waters, the sounds of the water lapping against the smooth grey pebbled shore
  • those picture perfect snow capped three, standing tall

• The meadows and aspens of Colorado
  • A golden highway and paradise, lined with sunshine clapping leaves and pale limbs
  • A creek, along which barely a trail runs, purples, reds, blues of flowers, scattered along it

• Sedona, oh Sedona
  • the moment you arrive in car and see red rock everywhere
  • and Oak Creek, the canyon all around you while you sit on a rock in the cool water, letting it flow over you as you smell the sweet pine and silt

• Montana Audubon Center
  • the pond, where waters reflect the changing seasons
  • the Yellowstone River, that rushes in Spring and Fall, but crystallizes with magical ice in the winter

• Nova Scotia
  • What better world to live in than one with rocky beaches and forests together

• Oklahoma
  • prairies, I’ve seen them in Minnesota too and Texas, the sea of grass blowing in the wind like a beautiful green ocean

• The Desert
  • Nothing more magical, especially after the rain, the regally tall cacti, the creosote, the Palo Verde when it blossoms like golden dew drops falling all around you

• My Park, Saratoga
  • the man made lake, after rain, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, a glossy still reflection, another world
  • My tree, one I sit under and look up to feel the beauty of life

• My Father’s yard
  • the sea of yellow and orange wildflowers in the front, people stop to take pictures
  • the oasis backyard with shading trees and pockets of secret gardens

So fortunate in my 32 years and these are not all I have seen. And this is just the scenerey.

Inspired by Chris La Tray’s poetry