The Pearly Gate
Undulating meadows sprinkled with farms and forested hills
exist beneath Heaven this morning,
and I stand as if at the Pearly Gate,
surely hear angels join a meadowlark's song,
expect any minute souls will rise up from cloud-covered valley
and join me in this warm, soothing light.
I'm grounded with the sight of a house just below the ridge,
a soft light from an upper window, a dog barking.
Begin morning hike, follow the ridgeline route
that dips in and out of intimate swales,
and onto a fringed green carpet of ferns
that runs off into open woods;
descending, yet feel blessed.
by Margaret Bednar, April 10, 2019
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open a Book - Poems in April" - pick up a book and open it point to a sentence and use it in a poem. I used the book "Hiking the Blue Ridge Parkway", page 170 and I used the sentence italicized above.
Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.
