Endings and Beginnings

Morning in the Caldera

is mist and warbling magpies

this time of year,

as summer softens to autumn.

The mountains are clear,

you can see every detail;

and there's just a slight coolness

in the early, after-dawn air.

I go out into the advancing day,

meet an old friend and a new.

One, custodian of ancient land,

will leave it as the other comes in.

One opened portals, sank a bore, 

kept the ground chemical-free.

The other plans to create a peace farm

to teach adults and nurture children.

When the day began, I did not know

the Universe would use me this way

to connect these two, who until today

knew nothing at all of each other.

By day's end I am home alone,

a good day's work done.

Coolness returns as the sun falls

gradually down past the horizon.

I watch our mountains turn darker blue,

and say my prayers of gratitude.

I too was a guardian of that land, briefly.
This transfer of energy matters deeply.

April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 1:
 Beginning / Ending (one poem or two).