To find....

I wrote this a few years ago, but just found it recently. Somehow it seems appropriate.

I am sometimes lost.

I long to find a land I love

Filled to full with mountain song

Bubbling with water romp and babbling with robin talk

And with sunny sky on snowy slopes

That glow to green as winter melts.

I long to find my heart a home

Hung with silvery lupine blooms

Colored thick with paintbrush red

And built of pine and post and stone

Strong enough to stand alone.

I long to find a memory

That keeps those bright blue angel days

That slow and set and simmer down

To golden plumes and purple sighs

That roll in late like mountain tides.

But I find myself in love at once

And all my longings fade away

When the clouds before my windows lift

The Tetons rise, are sunlight crowned

And in that moment

I am found.