Among Columbines

Among columbines, petals lavender, purple and white, I am sitting, on the soft earth, below tall lodge pole pines, near cold crystal clear water, flowing frothy and white, in a trout stream, it’s not a dream, I see insects, some are crawling, some are flying,  and almost without knowing, I feel at peace, without trying, it’s like I am in a book and on the next page, I see pink wild rose and geranium petals and refreshing sage, I see arnica with yellow blooms and leaves shaped like a heart, now I feel like I am in a work of art, except this is alive, all of us, flowers, birds, bugs and fish, the trees,  swaying in the breeze, all of us breathing together in summer’s gentle weather, I feel the life in the light of the sun, on green leaves it shines, it all combines, among  columbines.