Friday, August 25, 2017

Dusty Tiger Mountain Road

When I open my eyes 
and take a breath 
to see what is before me, 
my world opens,
and I am filled with awe.

2 comments:

SharonA said...

Tiger Mountain Road is no longer dusty.

It is October, and the beginning of the seasons that make us the great NorthWet. There is, however, flame in the leaves, and earth and sun. There is the green of renewal symbolized by the evergreens that amble around the landscape. They do not march, even though most of them are tall and straight. Some of them have skirts that sweep the ground, while others add more litter while shedding needles.

The road has puddles that take most of a day to be splashed out of their basins and dry up. In a few weeks those puddles will no longer dry. They'll become a fixture to be watched for, prepared for, in order not to splash the underskirts of our cars. Then they'll freeze and need to be heeded to keep from sliding into the arms of the same trees that usually only watch.

It will be long months before the winds come and the rain comes hard, then softer, then stops. And the puddles dry up at last. And it will not be until then that we can again say Tiger Mountain Road is dusty.

MUSHROOM MONTOYA said...

And sometimes the snow is so heavy and slick that no vehicle can safely climb or descend.