‘Where Wonders Remain’ by Peggy Everett

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Where Wonders Remain

Snow crowns violet mountains that reign over trees,
__Whose forests stand verdant and old;
It ends where rich valleys roll down to the seas,
__To welcome blue waters with gold.

From mire-slicked rocks swift crustaceans crawl,
__And offer themselves to the sea.
Above, flocks of gray gulls soar circles and call,
__Their freedom emancipates me.

Blue heavens are rivals in hues with the waves,
__An azure more ancient than thought.
We’re mastered by mysteries from cradles to graves,
__Where wonders remain to be wrought.

I visit the shore when my dreams haunt my needs,
__Which sun-worshipped waters allay.
If oceans should transform desires to deeds,
__I’d wash my forebodings away.

Fair earth harbors beauty that nurtures the heart,
__From morning of life to its close.
In limitless cosmos a star nears a start,
__Till last, like a comet, it goes.

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Peggy Everett is a blind poet who lives in the rural Pacific Northwest with her spouse and runs a small nonprofit for pets in need. She has been published in The Catholic Circle, Saint Austin Review, and Sparks of Calliope.