at the roads peak

At the roads peak
the sun broke through
leapard print clouds
like silver threads
touching the land with soft hands, like gently waking a lover.
a new day.

I stand at the top of the hill,
breathing deep the sweet spiced air.
farther up stand gnarled old Pines, each branch
a story

…. Parts of a new poem from my deeply beautiful, rich and transformative time with Dr Estés. #neverthesame