At One In a place called Maine

At One
In a place called Maine
By Lynn Plourde
I live in a place where I sit still, so still, upon a stone wall in my backyard. I am at one with the twin fawns stopping for an early morning snack offered by outstretched apple tree arms.
I live in a place where I stand tall, so tall, as I balance on boulders. I am at one with a mighty mountain, reaching and arching to touch the clouds just a pinch away.
I live in a place where I frolic playfully, so playfully, amongst a red, gold, orange confetti of leaves. I am at one with autumn's wild and wondrous celebration.
I live in a place where I bound boldly, so boldly, along the craggy shore. I am at one with the crashing, dashing waves as they bellow and boast of their power and beauty.
I live in a place where I awaken sparked, so sparked as the first light ignites. I am at one with the radiant dawn, a pink-orange fire that flickers and flashes, flaring up a new day.
I live in a place whereI peek curiously, so curiously, out at a darkness lit by fireflies. I am at one with the snooping black bear who sniffs and snorts the tent, snuffling for treats, before moseying along with a goodbye garumph.
I live in a place where I rest gratefully, so gratefully, upon a rock blanket after a hot, humid hike. I am at one with the rumbling, tumbling waterfall that changes sweat to chills with its shower of splatters and sprinkles.
I live in a place where I can breathe deeply, so deeply, a forest potpourri. I am at one with spiky pines that circle and scent the air with their evergreen, everlasting Christmas tree smell.
I live in a place where I ride slowly, so slowly, along a winding, twining dirt road. I am at one with a carefree, meandering moose whose only concern is a munchy, marshy lunch.
I live in a place where I glide gently, so gently, creating crisscross designs across a fresh canvas of snow. I am at one with the shadowy ice sculptures and windswept swirling drifts of winter's moonlit mural.
I live in a place called Maine where I live proudly, so proudly, where the coast melts into the sea,
where mountains merge with the sky,
where forests and fields are stitched together by streams and rivers creating a quilted landscape;
a place where nature welcomes all to share its beauty and its space, to touch its heartbeat, to thrive, to breathe, to live... at one
Pictures by: Amelia, Andrea, Wichado, James, Christine, Ariana, Andrew, Sophia, Josie, Luke, Justin, Isaiah, Carson, Camden, Eric