Soaring trees, reaching for the heavens.

Sunlight glowing golden through the leaves.

All is hushed, waiting in silence.

We quietly enter, soaking in the beauty.

A bird trills a liquid melody of praise

and the insects join in chorus.

(a poem written at the end of a gorgeous, sunny fall day on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia — October 13, 2015…a sharp contrast to the current frigid cold weather in January!)

(Enjoy other photo illustrated poems HERE and HERE.)