Gasper dreams

Gasper Dreams

Tall atop the sandstone bluffs at Sally’s Rock red cedars tower over a neatly chinked cabin. Darkening crowns sway gently; their susurrations suggesting sleep in the fading twilight, are sharpened only by the melancholic call of the whipporwill as it nestles in for the night.

And another day awaits the young boy as he slumbers upon his cot under the cabin window; sacred light from waxing moon for reassurance of the greater light to come. Dreams overtake him and the grandfather cedars stand sentinel to the promise.