Water ran down the side of the hill
the cedars stood as sentinels
protecting the stones and boulders
guarding as though something precious
was to happen.
The rocks glistened in the rain.
Exposed jewels sparkled in the stones
that had cracked open.
I collected them in my basket along with
the whole ones, each one beautiful.
I was lost in all the color,
that's when I saw him standing there
on his arrival, smiling.
The cedars and pines stood behind him
he was illuminated against them,
he was wet from the rain.
I met his eyes,
smiled,
I knew where he came from.