Upon the dewy vale alights

The misty morning shroud

A rustic shack upon the heights

Is cloaked within the cloud

I take a breath to view the sight

And pause my weary climb

While o'er my head the doves alight

To coo a song sublime

The moment grabs my aching heart

I wish never to leave

But knowing that I must depart

I make myself believe

That someday will I come again

Upon that day I pray

Your hand will be in my hand when

We walk again this way

(c) 2017 Bethany Ariel Frasier