DW and I got off to an early start today so we could take a hike to the summit of Mount Burdell in Olompali State Park not far from where we live. The weather was ideal for our purposes: cool and partly cloudy with gentle breezes.
The trail ascends very gradually about 8 kilometers and climbing almost 500 meters from the edge of the Petaluma River to the summit.
We enjoyed a leisurely lunch in a meadow that yielded inspiring views east to the Petaluma River as it winds its way into the San Pablo Bay. We saw many birds. Quite a number of turkey vultures circled overhead so many, in fact, that when I got home I took a few moments to pen my third Etheree poem. Here it is:
In the sky
(Not television, no,
Not even good nature shows.)
Ponder real buzzands, beings who
Fly with such skill that they steal our breath
They circle toward heaven, they dine on death.
About the Etheree form:
Consisting of ten lines, the Etheree poem starts with a one syllable line, then adds one syllable per line, until the last line of ten syllables for an overall syllable count of 55. In other words the syllabic structure is as follows: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. It’s an uncomplicated, unpretentious form of poetry that has the quality of slowly opening, like a flower. No rhyming is required, but it's fun to work in a rhyme or two if you can.