winding through the avenidas
to the edge of the small village
where the farmed fields begin
- and it is quieter already
a dusty track where we climb
onwards, steeper and higher
struggling to find the delicate paths
that vein across the volcano
as succulents now give way
to grasses and wild flowers
and higher, pausing to look back
our parked car now far below us
until we reach the crater, where
leaning against ancient lava walls
we gaze out across the island
all the way back to the ocean
strange how different it is up here
as two egrets, bright, clean, white
gracefully glide into view then land
as if they too sense a change
later, on the leeward side of the crater
we sit in the stillness and
we check ourselves for ticks -
I show you the poppies and geraniums
and I know that when spring rains
have fallen again early next year
and the volcano is in bloom once more
we shall return
Again.. So beautiful Stuart. ❤️
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