Merely a Visitor

By Michael M. Barrick

A summer evening in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina

A summer evening in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina

The cabin is next door neighbor
to the forest.

The slope of the steep, wooded ridge
ends abruptly, steps away.

After dark,
the night creatures peer in.

The campfire reassures;
around it, our faces are cast orange
by its fading embers.

First the bats swoop in –
treetop level, scooping bugs –
mosquitoes we hope.

The tree frogs and owls
offer the opening sounds.

The rustling of leaves up the ridge
remains a mystery.

The coyotes scream a warning
to the deer from ridge to ridge.

The owls hoot and screech;
such a racket is rarely heard.

Except here.
It is night in southern Appalachia.
The creatures declare:
here, you are merely a visitor.

© Michael Barrick/Appalachian Chronicle, 2014

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One response

  1. bunny s. white | Reply

    How beautiful and visual. Miss you! Love, Bunny

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