Footsteps

(An ode to my 'safe place')

Footsteps through mountain meadows
Lead to a peaceful glen
Where deer graze, chipmunks play
In and around the trees

Blue turns grey, cold falling water
Darkened skies and flashes
Loud rumblings through canyons
All traces washed away

Darkness travels on at last
to run storm's errands
Distant peaks yet untouched by
Uncaring fingers of fire

Light returns to the meadow
Peaceful is the glen
Where deer graze, chipmunks play
In and around the trees

Now the footsteps lead away
Back from whence they came
Unwillingly I plot my course
Back down to reality