A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Driving along a lonely road
I came across a golden land.
It stuck out against the blue above and the brown below
And I found myself stopping the car
And wandering to the edge
Where gravel and tar met fields of young suns.
I witnessed a hand emerge from the saffron ocean
Beckoning me forward –
Luring me in.
I stepped into that delicate vibrance,
Then I ran,
To be surrounded
By spring itself,
With nature’s soft lace to cushion my fall.