Mountains Poems
Blue Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Blazing wild meadows,
Cherry blossoms, budding green,
Cascades of flowers!
Spring in the Blue Ridge Mountains
is a gilt orange season.
Myriad Mountain Hues
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.
The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.
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Mountain Meadow
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Awash in golden sunshine is jade meadow,
Beneath snow capped mountains all aglow.
Carefree breezes wander through the blooms,
Discreetly scattering the sundry perfumes.
Enamored of sapphire skies, cottony clouds,
Fabulous noonday, far from thunderclouds!
Green grass so deep, in late springtime,
Harmonies of birds, all over the daytime!
Idyllic lake, with a duck swimming there,
Jolly in his crystal world, of sky unaware.
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Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
Exhilaration
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Rapidly down the mountainside,
The pure powdery snow spraying!
Nearer to vast sapphire skies,
And long ere a perplexed purple.
Bracing winds travel from afar,
And carelessly tousle the hair,
Long after the mists of orange,
In the treasured golden noon,
On the other side of the moon!
Enormous speeds are attained,
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The Coronation
by Somali Mukherjee
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
Moonlight on the Mountain
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
At magic mountain
of the purple twilight dusk,
Summery stars swirl!
A dusty purple evening,
of redbird songs echoing.
Magnificent moon,
Pearls spill down the mountainside,
No breeze is stirring.
Golden memories now fade
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Blue Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Blazing wild meadows,
Cherry blossoms, budding green,
Cascades of flowers!
Spring in the Blue Ridge Mountains
is a gilt orange season.
From the journal of a man who abandoned everything for the mountains and the sea :
by srishti roy
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
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