I climbed a steep hill through grass hesitantly
assuming it mantle of autumnal green,
past gnarly trees centuries old,
to a summit where lichen covered rocks
had been thrust up eons past in the semblance of
a protruding spine of a slumbering dragon.
With the warm sun shining down on me
I lay down on a flat rock and felt
how it still held the night’s chill.
Looking upwards I watched as
the blustery wind shattered fluffy clouds
into rippling patterns of white and blue.
And I was joyous.