Summer Golden
If you bear a heavy load,
an anxious tug that gnaws you down,
weave your path along dusty trails
that hum the golden season sound.
Warm, slow breezes cool the mind,
the healthy drip of sweat on skin.
Red clay banks all crowned in pine
invite a late-day river swim.
Lay you down in pools of jade,
and lingering day she will provide.
Gifts of boughs in breezy shade,
the hazy pulse of world alive.
Alive, this world’s alive,
this world beholds, she is alive.
Alive, this world’s alive,
this world provides, she is alive.